Beneath the bridge where waters flow,
A troll stands guard, his fearsome show.
A creature grim with eyes of red,
A sentinel, his duty's thread.
The river's song, a gentle lull,
Reflects the moon, a silver skull.
Yet, in the depths, the troll awaits,
Protecting secrets, guarding fates.
His skin is tough, like aged bark,
His growls resound, a warning mark.
To cross this bridge, one must appease,
The toll of tales, a fair decree.
A traveler comes with weary feet,
With stories woven, rich and sweet.
The troll's ears perk, his interest piqued,
As ancient legends are soon unleashed.
With every word, a bridge is built,
Between the troll and those who've wilted.
For in their tales, the troll can find,
The echoes of his past entwined.
He listens close, his heart enthralled,
A longing deep, once lost, now called.
For underneath his gruff façade,
A tender soul, forever awed.
The traveler's voice, like soothing rain,
Erodes the troll's relentless pain.
He smiles, a rarity untold,
A bridge of stories, hearts consoled.
And so they part, both changed, yet free,
The troll beneath the bridge and sea.
He'll guard the waters with newfound grace,
Knowing tales can mend and embrace.
Beneath the bridge, where lifebloods roam,
The troll stands tall, a bridge of home.
He guards the secrets, whispers true,
A timeless protector, born anew.
