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"Once upon a time, there was a troll king and a princess..." -- Sean Rice
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Evenscore by sean rice
The Troll King sat with misery that was written on his face With the princess from the land nearby busy shredding off her lace The huntsmen could be heard hunting all of the Troll King's Race The Princess has been stolen! said the criers of the case The Troll King stole the Princess! said the horsemen on the chase
"Silly shit," the Princess, said. "I just don't understand! why they cannot see it's red like the blood of a common man" The Troll King that all had wanted dead that all had wanted from the land he only smiled sadly with a heart made of lead and took her by the hand
A troll is but a monster and a tale they only hear he said it very gently with a heaving sigh to her then caught into his fingertips a single falling tear the princess shed it freely before he heard her saying, "Sure! I can understand the awkwardness and even rage and fear but I don't want to see the death of my only love, Dear Sir." The horsemen on the farther hill were quickly drawing near The troll considered carefully then made her climb a fir
Fashioning a mirror from the very rock that bred him The Troll king shushed the Princess and ignored her every protest The monster stood the shiny thing against a lower limb and it was then that they all came upon the hilltop's crest The Princesses stern sire then crossed forth (his beard was perfectly trim) and in front of the quaking troll king his horse then came to rest
Neither spoke and neither moved and neither dared to breathe Each strained against the angry words they wanted but to fling The Sire gestured boldly to the princess with his empty sheath The Troll King only lifted up the finger with the single wedding ring to the magic seeing glass and invited but a look to the sire that merely seethed. But then the gaze did fall and said the single Troll King:
See your face as it truly is for this mirror allows no mask It's the king of monsters you're bound and oathed to kill The problem is you've surpassed the object of your task I'm but a Troll your daughter loved and the monster king until another took his place so that there's only one to ask: Are you ready, yet, my dear liege lord, your promise to fulfill?
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