The Creatures to Not Cross

Beneath the bridge where shadows loom,
In mossy green and twilight gloom,

The trolls arise as nightfall nears,
Their laughter echoes, banishing fears.

With gnarled hands and eyes aglow,
They stir the rivers' ebb and flow.

In ancient tongue, they whisper low,
Of times forgotten, long ago.

Their tales weave magic in the air,
Of hidden treasures, bold and rare.

Yet woe to those who dare to tread,
Where trolls and twilight's paths are wed.

For in their realm, where secrets creep,
The wise stay cautious, silence deep.

But once a moon, a heart so brave,
Might earn a troll's respect, a wave.

So heed this song, of trolls be wise,
Respect their land, where twilight lies.

For in the dusk, where rivers troll,
Mysteries dance, and legends roll.