Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Llort – Ode to Troll


So you’re proud to be a troll,
(where you’re heart was is a big, gaping hole)
you missed the lesson in how to relate,
stripping flesh from bone
with talons of hate.

You pretend to be the revealer of the true,
but it’s just plain meanness revealed in you.
Somewhere you’ve misplaced your humanity
and become a beast of mythology.

Therefore, because of your decidedly backwards view,
I bequeath a new name upon you,
having judged you in compassion’s court,
thou art nothing but a “Llort,”
a title fit for a life of a lie.
(PS. the double L sounds like a y).

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