The Trolls' Killing Spree: The Dark Feast

In the hollow where shadows crawl,

The trolls awake to claim them all.

With hunger foul, and hunger deep,

They rise from dirt where secrets sleep.

-

Their skin is rotting, black and slick,

Their eyes—two pits that burn and flick.

The smell of death, the taste of fear,

When they draw near, no soul is clear.

-

They crawl from cracks, they crawl from stone,

Beneath the earth, their hearts have grown.

And when the moon, so pale and thin,

Casts light, it lets the evil in.

-

The town is still, its silence sweet,

A lull before the death they meet.

Then comes the sound—a creaking door,

The trolls are here, and hell’s in store.

-

The children’s cries, a twisted song,

Echo as the night grows long.

No walls too high, no door too strong,

They tear through steel as if it’s wrong.

-

Their claws are knives, their teeth are hooks,

They rip through flesh like ripped-up books.

Each scream they hear, each soul they break,

Is food for them, their thirst to slake.

-

The air grows thick with blood and ash,

The ground shakes with each savage crash.

Their breath, a stench of rotting meat,

Their footsteps like the pounding beat

Of drums in hell, a rhythmic sound,

That shakes the heart and cracks the ground.

-

The parents run, but they are slow,

The trolls are fast, the shadows grow.

With jagged teeth, they tear and rend,

Their twisted mouths will never end.

-

They drag their victims, pale and torn,

Into the woods where night is born.

The darkness whispers, hungry, deep,

As it devours those who sleep.

-

The moon itself begins to bleed,

A crimson glow that feeds the need.

The trolls, they laugh with twisted glee,

Their hunger’s all that they will be.

-

There’s no escape, no place to hide,

The monsters walk with death as guide.

They find the weak, the lost, the young,

And twist their bodies, pull their lungs.

-

In the woods, where the trees bend low,

There’s something worse, something below.

For the trolls are not the only thing,

There are darker things that live and sting.

-

Each body left is never still,

The shadows come to claim their fill.

A thousand voices, whispers thick,

The trolls’ victims rise, the darkness sticks.

-

They become the trolls—they feast, they feed,

They’re twisted now, they’ve lost their need.

And once they’ve tasted, once they’ve learned,

The fires of hell are where they burn.

-

No one survives; no one has escaped.

The town is gone, the town is raped.

The earth is thick with blood and screams,

The trolls still hunger—hear their dreams.

-

So, if you wander near the woods,

Beware the trees that watch your moods.

For in the dark, the trolls still wait,

And once they find you—it’s too late.