born a child of victims
	duncan, the annihilator
grown aside from war
	but eager in man's duty
hired by the dreamers
	in safeguard of their beds
a forge was made within their dreams
	but their coils left them bound
so they bargained with duncan
	for one hand, a wish
flesh turned to haze
	blood to emptiness
	bone to starlight
what once was real now was dream
	and with a stroke the world would wake
duncan was the savior for a day
	now the dreamers would dream eternal
a string of luck brought them here
	turning a joke into a factory of war
the giants would fall
	the mainland would claim its peace
duncan relished this new might
	he marched south and no foe could withstand his claw
the power was terrible and left him short of allies
	save for dreamer's concubine
but duncan was glad for the glory
	glad to fight, glad to erase wrong
strength was naught before his hand
	giants were brought low
he's remembered as a hero in the north
	as the great trench forbade passage home
the war never truly ended
	it merely moved further south
supply lines lost
	new homes were needed
duncan, though, his lover was struck down
	his hand led her to dream
the man was changed
	he stayed when the line pushed on
a new home was made
	tired men struggling to rest
they did not rest
	they tore security out of the land
there was more to glory than killing the enemy
	destruction can be used to build
wood turned to mist
	water to whispers
	stone to stain
what once held fast would hold no more
	and with a stroke the world would forget
a new monster was borne out of the years
	one without form
sacrifices were made
	children became dreamers
a temporary defense
	more and more were needed
but when duncan died
	the monster was gone
who will snuff the cubs?
	duncan will
the hand of duncan lies in the sea
	a cursed and broken dream
power turned to glass
	dreamers to victims
	glory to regret
what once was truth has turned to lie
	and with a stroke he left the world


