Fighting The Giant (Poetry)

He’s out there — somewhere
lurking in shadows
the dark air moving
his breath slow-freezing
with sly heaving blows

My body grown tense
overwound I wait
alarmed by each sound
the creak of old wood
sends nerves jumping wild

Everywhere at once
and yet still unfound
he menaces all
that lives deep inside
he growls in my sleep

I dream that I beat
his skull with an axe
a weapon once forged
by some witchy child
in legends way back ...

Half-figment half-real
resolved I must fight
this giant I keep
so close out of sight
deal a fitting death