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Stinky habitat,
uprooted timbers down.
Heaps of faeces
bones and corpses around.


It was bad choice
Hmm… yeah it was,
Go out of the path
And shorten… I got lost.


After half day trip
over bush and fens.
Thirst and hunger,
it my power drains.


Forrest berries
sated my stomach.
Weird stream
leads me up to the ground.


No spring of water
as I expected.
That’s stinky spill
and near the cave.


What I see
It’s a slaughter.
Better to steel away,
wrong time to be brave.


They told me it was just a tale
some told me the tales could be true.
But what I see is pretty real,
that awful beast that next to me grew.

The beast, the troll, coming from inside.


Hell, I wouldn’t go,
would never go
out of the path.
It is too late.


Now it is late
for escape from the hate
of the one, from the cave
that is awoken and rising.

Hell, I wouldn’t go,
would never go

out of the path.
And head straight.
Now it’s late
for escape clutches of the angry troll.


He stares on me
I stare on him.
What will follow
I can read in his grin.


As he pushes me
to the ground with branch
His hand lifts me
meters up to the air.


Awful smell
from opened jaw
brings me to my end
into the depths of beast’s maw.


So ends the story,
in so inglorious vein
No feast in Vallhala,
just bored and cold Helheim.

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