Trapper man I am no fan (of yours)

Quietly she lays there
a realization
that she has
walked into an end
of creation

man this weird troll
wants to kill for the sake
of a photograph
a life cut short
still awake

to the thoughts
of how it will be
when he bludgeons me
my precious life
he does take
I can see
a change of places
be sure he would scream
for the terrible troll
is not as brave, it would seem
Trelieve him of his rifle
set him with a bear
and this vile nasty creature
this sack of hot air
without unfair advantages
where would he be
lost in his sick world
called depravity