The Giant's Fast

Whispers dance on Capitol's hall, a story to implore, Of a giant, stripped of feasting, hunger at his core. Once a feast of power daily graced his gilded door, Now in quiet halls he paces, as his stomach roars. Solitude's new taste is bitter, fame's sweetmeats are no more, Yet in the silence of his fast, a spirit starts to soar. For fasting leads to introspection - finds what wasn't sought before, And in this unexpected emptiness, he finds a new rapport.

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