burn all life's bridges
as existence tumbles
resist falling down
into some feckless underworld
those reckless bridge trolls
chewing on raw snails
feasting on bloody flesh
gnawing on broken bones
do the brash remember
the course of sweet surrender
even though fete nature is clever
still nervously biting
ragged lives and finger nails
draw another soulful line
the folly of goodness and frailty
dashed in coarse sand
what in heaven's name
are troll's harsh demands
some smashing dialogue
good life mashed to bits
when cruel lines are drawn
resulting in stitched up warring
every bitching ultimatum
those careless bridge trolls
never ever sharing
slicing and dicing sprites and elves
is perfect life dwelling
in some pricey bog
goodness gracious
how does it feel
to be a prisoner and a dog
a slave to trolls
ask displaced sprites and gnomes
watch as graceful elves and faeries
gather tender bits
from what remains
of their nature homes
watch while they flash away
dashing into rolling far-off hills
such reflective light and folly
oh the sad regretful glowing moon
what knowingly happens
when every flowing connection
every sturdy bridge collapses
when trolls with their viral infection
disrespect sprites and elves
does magic simply disappear
inflection due to happenstance
what are the tragic circumstances
of story book life and true romance
where faerie tales and middle earth
sorrowfully and abruptly end
because of horrid
awful happenchance
because of mindless trolls
emerging from deep dark holes
burning and destroying bridges
that elves and faeries
always strive to defend

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