The Troll.

[tonytroll]

The Troll

Beneath my bridge, waiting
I file my teeth, grating
Waiting, baiting for a fool to come along

Footsteps thump softly
On the deck of my agape’d coffin
I spy my prize above.

Above my bridge, swaying
I gash my teeth, preying
Swaying, praying for the food I just ate up.

 

[AtlanticBlue99]

cool, but are you really a troll? the writing was cool. reminded me of the scene i created in a poem i wrote last year:

Sunlight

The shines, the rays, with no missed beats
Induces any desp’rate man;
It flickers here and flashes there,
It sets as soon as it began,
It’s always on and never off
For them to follow if they can.

Under a bridge a sinner stands,
The light invisible to tell,
For in his eyes are other sights,
And sights plus evil sights shall tell:
He loves the brightness of the street
And walks the shining street to hell.

There’s shines enough, and rays enough,
To lighten all that is kept dark;
I’m sorry rays aren’t shun this deep,
For if you could see but a spark
And see these shining rays of joy
To guide you forth, forth from the dark.

 

[tonytroll]

yes I'm really a troll.

cool piece of work.
cept for the shun thing didn't quite get that.
did you mean shun? or shown?

 

[AtlanticBlue99]

it is a play of shun that can mean shunned (as in scolded or looked down upon) or shown (like the shine of a light). the "rays" are the masses or the general sheep-like population who guide the world as the sunlight guides life. the sinner is guided by everyday people which is something to look down upon...