barbarathomson

By barbarathomson

Head-stone

Deep within the woods, stomping through the trees
In the cool of evening the Trolls take their ease,
Returning to their caves again when darkness leaves.
 
Half past midnight, Sea-trolls wander on the strand
Kid trolls bury Dad Troll, up to his neck in sand
And forget to unbury him before sunlight floods the land.
 

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