Troll
Steve Babb
Lost my way in forum vast
Saw the sun was setting fast
Fear was come and dread was crawling
Down my spine for night was falling
Stumbled on a fearless band
Knew the way to a better land
"No need now the dark to roam
Follow us we're nearly home
Beware the one", they warned me then
"Robs the hope of wayward men"
Stumbled on this lurker, gaunt
Mid the threads he'd made his haunt
Typed his text with words gone sour
Robbed of life yet full of power
Offеred up a poison chalice
Bid me drink dеceit and malice
"So close," the others sang, then turning
On toward home they leapt with yearning
Typing lonely in his tomb
Now the darkness seals his doom
His doom...
