Origin

They were like doom clouds , robust metallic whales who blotted out the sun 
Sometimes they roared ......sometimes they screamed .....nights came loud ....noon time silence 
The man in red who sat atop the Hercules hills , he spoke over the river boughs , sad songs of winter .
He chanted over drums , amorous plays over summer . 

Giants once crawled among our feet before they bloomed something tyrannical.