troll bait

by Allister Nelson

Ophelia, Ophelia-

Your cold stung lips are crying.

Ophelia, Ophelia.

The men are not worth dying

For naught, to rot

Drift to the sea.

Lovers like

to paint us dead

So pale, wan, and fragile.

Lovely in death

beyond last breath

Venus had consumption.

Oh, blonde girl, hide your locks away!

The men will only kill you

They think the gold marks you as prey-

So turn into a huldra.

Bite back, fight back

Ruin them instead.

Guard your heart.

Leave them

for dead.

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