Sensia-v7-03

Someone appeared one summer's eve, Despite protests, he would not leave. Instead he held his head on high, Much like his ego, in the sky. Yet 'tis the saddest tragedy, That this person, in reality, Is nothing more than an awkward mess, Behind a screen, barely dressed, Claiming that which he knows not, Is someone that his friends forgot. Yet through it all, he marches on, His brave crusade to prove us wrong. Though 'tis in vain, he cannot win, For he forgets one simple thing: He is a Troll, a glaring scar, And admitting this won't get him far, Though I must hush now, I ramble on, So let us see this show carry on.

For many years, I waited here. Watching the world go by. Trying to understand why. I haven't been around as long as some of the others here, but none of them would give me any answers. So I try to find some for myself, breaking away from our ancient traditions to find answers. My journey isn't a short one, so I won't let all be known. A lot of the time has been uneventful and, as a result, only the important stuff will ever matter. It took years to find a place where I could start searching for the answers seek. It may seem like a long time, and maybe it is, but in a quest for truth I will persevere until I receive it. I found many similar