The Con Troll
c Judith Froemming 2012
"A grand fantasy is told,
under the bridge of the Con Troll.
A spiraling illusion of old,
weaving a tale of control.
'Give me your true self,
and I'll give you great wealth,'
So spins this rank elf,
with slyness and stealth.
'Your health for the gold,
your soul for the fame,
your heart will be sold,
to power the game!'
Then, in One Breath,
the illusion dispels.
Awareness spots living death,
Presence walks out of hell."
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