Under their bridges they plan their
Attacks on the innocent.
Lurking and rubbing their hands in glee
While I fall into their trap –
I respond, I argue, I give them the time of day.
I waste my wherewithall
Fretting over erroneous statements
Proffered with a dash of outrage.
They invent and ascribe,
I defend and explain.
They disguise themselves as humans and I buy it.
I offer reason and sound arguments
As they retreat to their caves and mountains;
They laugh at me, I’m sure.
I swear I’ll stay away –
I’ll take a different route home
To avoid their snares.
Yet as soon as I let down my guard –
There they are with their tricks
To lure me into the darkness.
I’ve heard that when exposed to sunshine
Trolls turn to stone.