Sunlight
breaking through the clouds
and shining down
on the forests below.
The stygian darkness there enshrouds
blinking eyes
of eerie glow.
The man
that the shadows now surround
hears the crickets
stop
their quiet song.
He intently listens for a
sound,
for woods are where
the Trolls belong.
His hand
rests lightly
on his sword.
A bird flies from some distant trees.
No sound is made
by our strong lord,
when in chilling fact
A Troll he sees.
The monster just stands there
club on shoulder.
The man in an earlier day would shout and charge to attack!
but now he's older.
So he sits there quietly
to wait it out.
The Troll
just noses through a
mushroom pile,
And stoops to pick some
perhaps for stew?
As it stands up
TALL
the man sees it smile.
"If I wanted," it grumbles, "instead I'd eat you."
"But you're probably no good."
It stalked off, through the wood.
# posted by NeverBetter @ 4:44 PM
