Beware the sky, of sun’s last light
When the trolls come out to play
They vanish, into the ebony night
Tis then, you should stay away

Nighttime comes, and so they wake
There’s no chance to be turned to stone
You’ll feel them, as the ground does quake
Best to leave them, by themselves, alone

They’ll wander about the darkened land
You can bet they’re looking for trouble
For they seem to think they are so grand
Perhaps, I need to burst their bubble

Get them to think the day has passed
Lure them, into the bright of the sun
Stop them dead, their faces, aghast
I’ll do this each day, til there are none

October Writing Prompt – The trolls of twilight – Day 21/31
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