by Marcus Draik

Lost in the mists
Of the great grey woods
Babbles a hidden brook
Trickling over the mossy rocks,
Whispering through the fen,
To the shadows of the gloomy oaks
Seated in a secret place,
With dim-lit eyes, a troll
Murmuring thoughts
Of the ancients lost
Long-forgotten fathers
The unbeautiful relinquished
Huddled together,
In the dreary woods,
Long their shadows grow
Dipping his hand
In the murmuring brook,
As it trickles away