The Troll

Part I:  GROWING

In an unknown forest, below a great tree,
Lived a magical troll of quite some decree.
'Tween sleeping and eating he pondered each day.
Normal trolls swore and went completely astray.
Though, mingle with these trolls he did anyway.
Yet each time, a magical face he would wear --
An invisible mask that mirrored each face
So he could see through their eyes and learn to care
About what concerned them in life's crazy race.
Each day, each encounter:  a new magic mask,
Never knowing, never showing
his mind's task.
He was himself in his little residence
But he was a part of each little conformance:
Understanding life, he did, instead of self.

Part II:  SEEING

Under moon's twilight, our troll would always write
About love and life and that day's new-found sight.
But then he'd look up, seeing each star soar;
Wishing he wasn't just masks; hoping for more.
If only he had known what God had in store.
The next morning, having awoke, he wondered:
What masks will I wear today?  Then he did embark.
A new troll he met, but this new mask sundered
Without his awareness.  God had made his mark.
Each day, each hour from hence, these trolls would talk
Of love and life and in whose shoes they did walk.
Yet through such discourse, masks they thought they wore.
The new troll had the same masks behind
her door.
Little they knew:  they were each other's true face.

Part III:  KNOWING

As each day passed, and new masks they each would share
And less about the other trolls they would care.
Below one tree they lived, no more masks they wore.
But such trolls yearn to experience more:
Life isn't lived by just looking though a door.
Our troll then left:  a normal mask he did seek:
One he hoped would answer a new question he sought.
'Twas the mask of which the she-troll would not speak:
The one of pain and self-sacrifice she fought.
So for now she watches as he walks away
Hoping it's not too far from God's path he'll stray.
Whatever this mask will show him, she'll remain.
But as she waits, this one question keeps her sane:
Could we all be just like this magical troll?
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