Anonymous alone afraid
In sewers where you ply your trade
Blood flows before the price is paid
You hit before you run
Embarrassed that I'm not ashamed
For planning how to have you maimed
The weakest scalp I've ever claimed
This one is just for fun
Reality replaced pretence
No longer sitting on the fence
Your torture it will be intense
The setting of the sun
I've found a picture of your face
The gods have given me their grace
As hell prepares your resting place
In chamber number one
Revenge a dish that's best served cold
The ignorance that won't be told
Your soul it has been bought and sold
The troll hunt has begun
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Author:
peto (
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Comments4
A troll indeed from the description. Vivid images in this poem. It evokes emotional responses. Nicely done.
Many thanks soren
Couldn't ask for any more in a comment
Extremely grateful
Impressive work! Enjoyed it very much
Thank you Neilton
Great to think it was enjoyed
Appreciate your time
Evidently there's a lot of them about - they've perfected their disguise and now could be your nest door neighbour. Futility par excellence.
How can........?
A write well writ, peto.
Many thanks for the visit Dave
Absolutely love the doggerel
Not sure of the doggerel, peto... salted at the end with a wee bit of alliteration....
Great write, Peto! Very vivid images of what looks like revenge. I'm always impressed!
Revenge always seems sweet initially Christina
Thank you once again
Truly appreciate all you say
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