Calls in the stone world where old bones dream,
Titanic bodies bleached by starlight turned cold
From those interstellar voids, warmth kept at bay
By those grand distances formed from stardust.
Quietly bellow those stained titans of stone
Upon their funeral pyre of burning sands,
For casual wanderers to hear, to stop by
Their infernal resting place and hear all woes.
Consigned to fiery torment of rest beneath skies
Lacking respite from a dwarf’s brutal fusion flames,
These titans lay submerged in sands far removed
From the world where they hailed, of ordinary size.