I am the gnarly beast
that killed the princess;
I clawed my way up her tower
and snapped her while she slept
Her breaking bones sounded
like fine china;
I left with her head in my hand,
a fine souvenir
(She made no sound at all,
she didn't even scream out of fear)
I am the troll
wearing her face over mine
No one suspects a thing;
all the peasants
pass by without a second glance,
and I crouch on her gilded throne
with my new nose held high in the air
(They didn't look shocked at all,
or maybe they don’t even care)