Not a second glance do you bestow on me as I hurry by, unassuming, heading for my lair.
Wrapped in darkness, encumbered by hate I sit fingers tapping oh so busily tapping, on keyboard spewing hate. I care not for you, my pleasure is your pain. Hatred like a stench fills the air, I am a troll ensconced in his lair.
K Morris - Poet 
Interesting ode Kevin. The imagery is wonderful here.
Many thanks for your kind words Jade. Best wishes, Kevin
Excellent! I love it!
Thanks Jo! Best, Kevin