The Trolls of Braedegaen's Knoll

In a loud and bristling inn one night
A rowdy episode occurred
An elf came in full-dazed and white
From trembling lips his tale was heard
This evening past he’d traveled down
Braedegaen’s rocky trail
The moonlit fog cast murkish brown
Wherein there came a ghoulish wail
He felt as though a cloak of doom
Was closing round him as he walked
His route trespassing evil’s tomb
His every movement stalked
Suddenly he felt the grip
Of ragged nails and gnarled bones
His frenzied flight caused him to trip
O’er decayed twigs and unseen stones
His wretched screams alerted none
Held inside the fog’s thick cape
Then all at once his freedom won
As lights and cobblestone took shape
He burst inside the bright-lit inn
And once his story told
Watched the drunken patrons grin
And feared to see his fate unfold
Laughing faces, reaching hands
Grabbed the poor pathetic chap
With boisterous jokes and loud commands
He was hauled away in handicap
Bellies full of swallowed ale
Eyes half blinded from the swill
They carried him back up the trail
His protests wildly shrill
What happened next remains unknown
All one can do is speculate
only brave now tread the wild outgrown
to seek the townsmens’ fate
Tis said upon the craggy knoll
The temperature is always chilled
In stone is each ill-gotten soul
Frozen in place where he was stilled
On each hard and chiseled face
Expression of unbridled fears
Their ragged clothes with brambles lace
The middle elf sports streaks of tears
And in the air an eerie wail
That whistles through the hardy briars
Where thorns and crooked brush prevail
Abode of lowly pismires