The giant's will buckled (as well as his knees)
for there was no cure to curtail the disease
consuming his kingdom (as maladies do)
relentlessly killing defenses too few
he moped in denial (as healthy flesh died)
his aging mind muddled by misinformed pride
and minus the fanfare (as nothing survived)
we mourned the demise of a land that once thrived.
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