The Troll

The Troll is a despicable creature

Born out of malice and spite,

It cannot bear your successes

So it comes out of hiding to bite.

The claws of the Troll are real nasty

Long and sharp as can be,

That will rip and tear you in pieces

To destroy your creativity.

Its’ teeth, like needles, are poisoned

Piercing soft flesh to the bone,

But your heart is what it goes after

And your soul, where such beauty resides.

Its victims are writers and poets,

Invariably sensitive souls,

It will devour your talent, if you let it

For it has none to claim as its own.

The Troll is a pitiable creature

A failure in its own eyes,

From its mouth only poison is spewing,

Hell bent to destroy by its lies.

Pray for this poor, miserable creature,

Heap burning coals on its head,

Pray that the Lord will redeem it,

Softening its heart with His Love.

Jackie S Brooks

25 May 2003