The Kindest Troll

By E.A Snelson

At the ibex mountain’s edge
Near where the stools toed
Up and over the rolling knoll
You can find the kindest troll

Once you’ve secured his pledge
He’ll save you from the dangers cold
Keeping close all your whispers told
Even passed the age of old

That moves you closer to the ledge
Long after grey has filled your darkest hair
And fully bagged each shining tear
And weighted every moment near

Leaving winter’s maiden hedge
Holding each stocking paired
With bristles bittered yet repaired
Remembering how much you feared

Life you thought caused the wedge
Of dreams and love filled with dread
But youth and folly won instead
And now you find at last you’re dead

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