What shame Goliath's family must have felt.
Imagine the honor that shame chased away.
Just that morning, a kiss was left on his mother's cheek
Sealed with his promise, of an easy victory

"So small," He thought, as he looked down to David's face
"I will defeat him!" he boasted while bloated with a wide grin
But little man, with little rocks fostered no doubt.
And with that little chance, and one shot, he released his rocks

And down came the prideful giant, befallen to death on impact
Down came his power, his stature, and his fight
His corpse, marked forever, with the bruising of David's hands
It was said it will glow defiantly even in the darkness of hell

The news would soon return to his Mother's table
She will hear that her son, Powerful and feared
Her beloved, once so mighty and superior
Had been defeated by a child with little rocks, and too much faith.