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    Community Member Scarsgaard's Avatar
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    Default A Gift...


    The old Troll sat beneath the bridge
    And waited out the hours
    He dreamed of pretty princesses
    And white and lofty towers
    He longed to eat the sweetest treat
    And one he’d never tasted
    A maiden fair beyond compare
    Spiced and nicely basted

    A maiden dear was walking near
    Out in the nighttime chilling
    This lovely lass, she held no fear
    Of trolls and all their killing
    A fairer maid he’d never seen
    Far too fair for grilling
    instead he thought to ask a dance
    To see if she were willing

    A yimmering, a yammering
    A beating and a clamoring
    So hard his heart was hammering
    He feared for his own life
    A yimmering, a yammering
    While stammering and glamoring
    He found her so enamoring
    He never saw the knife
    The knife? The knife. The knife!
    He never saw the knife!

    For her bodice so revealing
    It sent his head a reeling
    her hem so high, unto her thigh
    It caused an eerie feeling
    One that Troll was most unsure of
    He’d never known before
    He should be done with his first course
    And heading back for more

    For Troll had never been in love
    What was Troll thinking of
    He’d never eat this dainty girl
    As pretty as a dove
    So they danced the night away
    And soon the break of day
    Was coming fast when then our lass
    Decided not to stay


    She’d had enough of making bluff
    The Troll would soon grow wary
    Or even worse, and such a curse
    He’d ask for her to marry
    And so her knife was brought to bear
    She snuck up form behind
    But Trolls are thick and knives don’t stick
    As she was soon to find

    The **** did crow, the sun did glow
    A curse upon his kind
    He held her tight in meaty arms
    For stone was sure to bind
    And to her shock he turned to rock
    As daybreak fell anew
    She screamed and fought to free herself
    Which she was not to do


    A statue stands in yonder wood
    Though not a statue really
    The summer sun shines over it
    The winter wind blows chilling
    Beneath its shadow lying there
    A knife and bits of bone
    Thus Troll and lady pass the years
    Together yet alone

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    Xoriat is coming...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Scarsgaard View Post
    Xoriat is coming...
    and I can't wait ^^ /salute
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