Poem 8

Little Troll, why don't you wriggle out of your wretched hole, Make someone take a heavy toll on their life, Force them to become amusingly pitiful, Little Troll, is there anything you deem regrettable? There must be something in your worthless life that you regret, I want you to be upset when we nail you to the pole, Embarrass and spit on your unloved face, Little Troll...