a little poem for all saints day

some giants stride through fields of mud
like fierce beasts in days of Yore
while others shed their precious blood
and shake the universe's core.
Their spirits rise to kiss the cheek
of destiny yet never speak.
they dance with fate and smile to see
the sun of late eternity
if stars could tell their perfect yes
to finish well, to touch and bless
some giants call beyond the veil
now we recall and thus compel.