Troll

 

Through the misted meadow’ed window of my weary soul,

I heard the knocking laughter from it’s troll.

 

He cackles and bleats at my failing demise,

My hope losing grip, my heart fraying in perpetual agonize.

 

No matter how hard his presence I try to leave,

He creeps behind me at an amazing gimping speed.

 

I cannot shake his rotted humid breath,

Matching the stench of my secrets, that I’d hide until death.

 

My nightmare resurrects under new pseudonyms,

Why is he back? For years I have not seen nor heard of him.

 

I’ll burn his goats bridges, in a huge hell bonfire,

A last ditch hail Mary to save my measly crumbling empire.

 

I will not leave a trail back to me so easily found,

Pushing the notorious demon back into his lair up underground.

 

He feasts on my idle indecisions and carefree laughter,

Ambushing my joy, is what he greedily lust after.

 

He has been stalking me for years on end,

Disrespectful of my life, he snidely spits to condescend.

 

Once I have shook his hand, with no option to run,

Fear if he embraces me, my inner light darkens and forever is shun.

 

His darkness is familiar, and in it comes unintended comforts,

He peddles a numbness, where my feelings can slumber.

 

But he is mistaken that I am that easily won,

For my rebirth into the Universe is only just begun.

 

So I will fight against my surrendering nature, to rally against him,

I will win this war, with celestial light’s ardor and an army of enlightened seraphim.

 

~m