Carboned over this mythical troll
petrified nails clutch
a tattered scroll
the paper cracks beneath his grip
a wince a glance
a careful snip
featured in this ancient scroll
a script? a poem?
a captured soul?
hearts then mourned with shoulders dipped
his thoughts, his truths
his words once lipped
satans feathers' on his
 buried blades
his words, his redemptions,
still...
escapades!
carboned over this mythical troll
with petrified nails... with tattered scroll
a glance, a grip
of ancient blight 
prose in hand
is the writers might