FASA 365 Day 307, Gigantis Dormientes, (Sleeping Giants)
Sleeping Giants
I know of a place near my home,
It’s a place where the creepy things roam.
Where the wind blows an unhappy tune,
Or’ the cave in the Mountain McCoon.
Its been there forever they say
Or atleast since the memory of their day.
Its a terrible temptation to exhume
All the treasures deep inside Mount McCoon.
Every now and again some new fool
Thinks that he has the manner so cool
And the courage to bring back the boon
From the depths of the Mountain McCoon.
Never stopping to ask bout the name
Of the mountain that is sure yet to claim
Another soul who rushed in to soon
To the cave in the Mountain McCoon
If they had asked bout the Giant of old
They may have learned from the the tale they’d been told
Not to wake sleeping giants neath the moon.
And stay out of the Mouth of McCoon.