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 Trolls
...with thanks to Tolkein


Deep in gloomy dens of stone
live the creatures men call trolls--
(though what they call themselves
      it seems no one ever knows)


Creeping forth to prowl at night
They scowl and growl and give great fright
To unwary pilgrims whose last sight
is of gruesome trolls in firelight...


And never more is pilgrim seen
on wooded paths `neath evergreen
for all that's left are some bones
mixed amongst the trash and stones
in troll's dank cave beneath stony knolls...


So beware, my friend, if you must go
on dreary paths through haunted dale
for lurking in their gloomy dens
trolls want you for their dinner-pail...


But not in day will trolls come out
and go creeping round about
(to eat you whole, without a doubt!)
and pick their teeth with your bones;


For sunlight turns them into stones,
      forever into cold grey stones...


                                      April 25, 1974

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