The fool he saith, the words are his:
"A bigger fish, there always is"
For though the mighty think me small
I can cause a titan's fall
And where I go, no giant follows
until with death I fill his hollows
Hid and silent, I have been
A seeing cyclops, yet unseen
What am I?
This is the second in a series of riddles written in the classic metric poetry format. See if you can work out the answer.