Troll

Birds fell quiet in the woods

Cold night fell across the valley

Darkness dripped it's naked warning

The time to feast had come to be

Lips were licked in sweet anticipation

Fingers cracking shattering the night

Tongues were sharpened to a razors edge

Power surged through the veins of bitterness

The hunt was on and the night had just begun

Flickering light filled the room

Shadows danced upon the walls

Watching for the one that would fall

The time to twist the knife was close

Smiles widened as the hunt took shape

Unknowing victim of the blood lust taking shape

Evil incarnate strides the waves upon his search

Unsheathes his weapons as he stalks the night

The hunt had just began, the hunt was now

Tapping fingers move and sway

Into the night he drives his knife

Cutting deep into the mortal soul of man

Another victim falls to the evil of the troll

The nightime world is his domain

The shadows of the night is the time that he attacks

When brains are addled in the darkness of the world

Confusion reigns and he strikes with bitter tongue

In this hunt he allows no rescue from his evil

Another world inside this world

His domain is the life of silent stalking

The unsuspecting recipient his evil prey

As his words bite through the outer skin

He plunges deeper into the quagmire of the soul

His poisoned chalice in the softly chosen words

Troll gathers up his victims of the night

Toothless grin belies his bitter heart of evil

Another virtual victim has been hunted to its end.

© Fergus Martin

May 2014