Freeing the Bridge

Photo by Katie Moum on Unsplash

Wild weeds grow o’er the road
for no creature lingers here,
no sound of finch nor toad,
just the dank stench of fear.
But the bridge still stands robust
a delightful spot for a stroll.
Yet, the pleasant sight spawns mistrust,
for under the bridge dwells the troll,
with a chilling baleful glare
and razor pointed teeth ready to bite.
Only fools venture there,
arrogant fools - and the knight,
with a sword and a shield
and an iron will that refuses to flee,
the troll is forced to yield
to her and at last the road is free.