A hiss of steam erupts from brass-bound throats,
Where pistons churn instead of pulsing veins;
The metal beast across the city floats,
Held fast by rusted gears and iron chains.
For every copper head the hero cleaves,
Two clockwork maws arise from hissing oil;
A jagged web of silver wire it weaves,
To trap the living in a metallic coil.
The sparks fly upward like a swarm of bees,
Against the armor of a knight in soot;
He brings the titan crashing to its knees,
And plants upon the mainspring his heavy foot.
The ticking heart slows to a rhythmic thud,
As oil spills out to mimic cooling blood.
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