The word "Enormous" only insults this majestic roamer, whose mass is deceptively lighter than its appearance. The Red Pelt's long arms and fused fingers allow her to travel while making the least impact on the earth, who these ancient creatures worship and respect with a deep admiration. Usually active between the hours of dusk or dawn, these gentle giants stir a sense of awe and wonder in all who happen to see them, before they disappear back into the earth's lower mantle where it is believed they come from.
All look up when viewing her,
Kingdoms fall, but she lives on
She'll stride this land until it's gone.
Expect more poems in the future!
Looking forward to some more! I'll definitely give you props for everyone.