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A strange beast, monster of epic proportion

Rises again, prepared for the break

The cyclops stares on, his patience is wearing

his frame is filling with more blood

Red pours through expanding vessels

pressing the boundaries with more and more might

The flow increasing , too fast for it’s housing

Increasing strength with every click

Harder the vessels are pushed to their limit, expanding to allow

as much as it can take

More flowing in, than could possibly flow out

muscle and liquid combining in strength

At last, the colossus groaned

His goal is in sight, darkness pulled back

to reveal a void of all light

He throws himself forward with an almighty lunge

Struggling to get purchase, the cyclops loses footing

stumbling more toward his prize

He feels the tension building as he works his way inside

Hours of toil, clambering these darkened walls

Shall not be in vain as his eye starts to swell

Darkness enfolds him once more

as the essence of that being is blasted out to the fore

He feels himself falling, back out of the swell