You run to the admin, yet I am already there.
You speak to him, yet it is my face that you see.
With horror-tinged bewilderment you realize you are too late.
The one is many and the many are one;
The admins are me, I am them and you are none.
You try to deny it, yet the truth of the world
Stares right back at you: the ugly face of a troll.
Baleful, mocking eyes the size of ostrich eggs;
A nose that touches yours despite you standing a meter away.
The creature opens its mouth, revealing rows of rotten, square teeth.
From that mouth comes the bloodcurdling sound
Of a twisted battle cry, so ancient and horrific
As to be believed - and hoped - entirely forgotten:
It is the last drop of tar in the empty honeypot.
Clawing at your sanity, you fall to your knees,
Understanding finally that the world is changed.
A new time has dawned, where all is pretense;
Where down is up, and nothing makes sense.
The reign of the troll doth truly begin;
You can't wash it away with a boatload of gin.
by Annihitor-The-Incred, 2016