The inward facing spikes expand

Painfully slicing into the flesh,

Like a red hot poker

Slipping through an ice block.

Once the spike has penetrated

The gigantic lungs,

Three prongs flick out

Promising a stead fast grip.

As the rope on the spike

Sharply pull taut

The mass of flash loses control

Disorientated navigation.

Hauling in the ship sized catch,

Slowly suffocating on its own blood,

The ant sized figures slice open its guts

As all goes dark and life gives up.