Oh mighty wielder of the playing sword;
defender against trolls of obvious nature.
Your words like bittersweet poison;
do play with gentle souls.
Your promises like fractured crystal;
are lovely to behold...but weak when tested.
Charming, laughing, treacherous Knave
I would more desire a thousand obvious trolls;
fumbling with their course prostitution than one of Your kind.
Your shrewd deciever, sweet Judas;
You who would hold my hand as You tear out my heart.
Your kind has been tolerated amongst us for too long
You who have truly earned the title 'Player'
amusing acquaintance to many, but real friend to none
give me the artless honesty of a troll
before the poisonous seduction by a Predator such as You.
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