TROLL SONG
Fair Lady went for a walk last week
She took the bridge across the creek
The bridge was long and wide she knew
A place where soft winds always blew
But the sounds of the winds were different this day
She gave pause and thought that she could hear them say
There's more to this bridge then you have seen before
Perhaps you should listen just a little while more.......
So she sat down upon the pilaster wide
The one like the one on the other far side
She'd never sat on the bridge quite like this
In the sun by the creek with it's bounty of fish
But something caught her mind's sharp eye
She wasn't just sure what it was or why
For certain there was something that didn't quite fit
But it drew her there to stop and to sit
And then she froze, for a sound she heard
Where did it come from, the trees or the birds?
Nature was noisy but that wasn't it, though
And then she did realize: it came from below
She knelt to the boards of the bridge and did look
But she couldn't see anything, so some more time she took
For there truly was something down there under those planks
Was she scared, should she run or should she give thanks?
For under the bridge, the one on which she sat
Stood a troll in the trough, and he was all short and fat
And although it was dark and the weather was cold
The troll sang a song, and he sang it quite bold
The tune was familiar and yet it was strange
And it made her feel alive in her body and brain
She did not quite follow all that he threw
But something was different, that much she knew
Of a warriors brave heart and songs of true love
He even wailed of things up above
The troll couldn't sing; not a note was in tune
But he carried the thought and he sang of the moon
The lady was quiet and listened quite close
The words were so beautiful though the tune was verbose
The more words her ears heard, the truer they rang
The songs, they got better, the more that he sang
For the troll knew the meaning of all that was fair
He just couldn't show it, he just didn't dare
For out in the light where the people did live
He was not accepted, though he had much to give
His love songs were pure, his heart was so true
And loyalty sprang from his spirit she knew
But the world is all stuffy and full of its self
And a troll is a troll and cannot be an elf
And the trolls are for woods and the people for homes
Though they have love to share still they're always alone
So home she then went and for nigh on a week
She stayed in her castle and she thought of the creek
She still wasn't sure what to make of that day
Had she heard, really heard, what she thought he did say?
Or was she just dreaming and imagining the song
Of the troll who was sad and looked so alone
Then the day came and she went to walk in the wood
She went to the bridge where the pilaster stood
And looked through the planks at the creek bed below
She heard not a thing, though her ear she bent low
She couldn't decide, had he really been there?
Or was it the wind that had blown through her hair?
As she walked from the bridge to the creek's rocky edge
She listened and looked to the tree, to the hedge
But the troll, he was silent and not to be seen
And she wondered in her heart if he'd ever been
Were trolls really ugly, had she seen him that way?
Should she have spoken through the planks there that day?
Do trolls too, have minds, hearts, and dreams of romance?
What if she'd given him more than a glance?
What if she'd asked, ..Who authored your songs?..
And he'd replied, ..Why, I do Lady." Would that have been wrong?
For a troll and a lady, to find love to share
But she will never know for he's no longer there..........
🧔
©by Voo and D. Donson
Collab
Oct 2004
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