#100MonstrousPoems 85: Troll

I can’t go outside
When the sun is too bright
My skin turns to stone
When exposed to the light

I’m not very clever
And not very fast
In a contest of wits
I will always come last

I’m easily recognised:
Ugly as sin
You’re not really in danger
From me and my kin

So cross over my bridge
And explore in my cave
Since the risk is so small
You don’t need to be brave.

I’ve got very sharp teeth
I can see in the dark
I can smell human blood
Just as well as a shark

And if I’m being honest,
I don’t like your odds:
I’m a child of the Jötnar
Who terrorised gods

But to keep you complacent
Was always my goal
So please, don’t be afraid
Of a stupid old troll!
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