On Making Giants

I took a man and made him a giant,
crafted in my mind the story,
a hero’s tale, a hero for me,
to him all the honor, love, and glory.

I took a man and made him a giant,
the benefit of every doubt,
always a winner, always there,
never left alone, never left out.

I took a man and made him a giant,
tales in my silly head,
crafted the greatest character,
ignoring reality instead.

I took a man and made him a giant,
filling the blanks all the time,
never wondering if he was
genuinely a friend of mine.

I took a man and made him a giant,
made him into what I dreamed,
never realizing what I needed,
was not what it seemed.

I took a man and made him a giant,
tales in my silly head,
crafted the greatest character,
ignoring reality instead.

I took a man and made him a giant,
towering so high and so tall,
I never really saw it coming,
the precipitous, duplicitous fall.

I took a man and made him a giant,
only realizing too late,
that wishes and hopes and dreams
don’t tempt fate.

I took a man and made him a giant,
tales in my silly head,
crafted the greatest character,
ignoring reality instead.

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