Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Life of a Troll

The troll is under the bridge
The troll is over the river
The troll rolls grey beetles between his fingers
Till they are black

The troll reaches up from under
The troll drags those down lower
The troll would roll their heads
between fingers stained black

No one crosses the bridge
No one wants to cross the troll
In time the troll dies alone and forgotten
and it is then that the beetles come back

to dine.

3 comments:

  1. Good imagery.

    Anything along this line reminds me of Raymond Feist's Faery Tale

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  2. When someone says troll, I instantly think of someone posting stupid messages on forums on the internet ( :
    I think your troll definition is more the supernatural creature, right?

    I think the word has several meanings (freedictionary )

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  3. I did mean the more classic troll, but then I can believe both types live under bridges crushing beetles between their fingers.

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