Down in the dread of a rotten soul.
Begged for forgiveness from the desperate troll.
But he is not who can forgive your crimes.
Reality is the troll is but a banished find.
Mulling over days when he still had prosperity.
Long before he sold his honour to grow mighty.
So pick your friends and do it well.
One false choice could bring a disaster spell.
See you confined to the darkest depths.
Remove your future from hope aligned texts.
And what could be worse than to be damned?
Nothing, unless you are from a world of suffering.
Crawl through waters of toxic trash.
Turn right here and you’ll stop in a crash.
With demons singing right over your head.
You’ll hear lines about them being fed.
Poison fang meeting crooked claw.
Suffocation upon the gaping maw.
A realm of death born from disease.
Not a destination where you can please.
Unless being consumed is your wish.
Then you’ll be on a hook like a fish.
Bell of this, the sickest ball.
Every monster pleased as they await your downfall.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 