Troll

A Poem by Tepo

Anonymous alone afraid
In sewers where you ply your trade
Blood flows before the price is paid
You hit before you run
Embarrassed that I'm not ashamed
For planning how to have you maimed
The weakest scalp I've ever claimed
This one is just for fun
Reality replaced pretence
No longer sitting on the fence
Your torture it will be intense
The setting of the sun
I've found a picture of your face
The gods have given me their grace
As hell prepares your resting place
In chamber number one
Revenge a dish that's best served cold
The ignorance that won't be told
Your soul it has been bought and sold
The troll hunt has begun