Night Trolls

The trolls are always listening;
They whisper when I sleep.
They linger in the garden
And among the foliage creep.

I hear them when I’m waking
From a dark and fretful dream,
To feel their knobby fingers
Knitting up my dream-wake seam.

Their presence makes me angry
And it fills me up with dread;
Why ever do the night trolls
Want to join me in my bed?

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Author: Rhyme In Time

I write for a living. For no kind of living whatsoever, I also write poetry and study the Korean language. And I help raise a cat with my wife.

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