Writhe in torment 'midst the torrent
Taunts and curses raining down
Taken seed in clouds of greed
Heckles from the staging ground
You wonder how and gasping now
A feeble jab to grasp at straws
Ornate steel with blood congeals
Clotting as the blade withdraws
Fighting back the bile black
With septic toxins magnified
Choke and heave and try to leave
The field of honour dignified
Sullied shirt soiled and hurt
Nausea rings the final toll
Flushed in shame disgraced by name
Disemboweled by a Troll!

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Valnuary, in the year 470 AF.