Jendon the Troll
Jendon they call him
The Troll from the bog
Banished to roam man's world
In the storms and the fog
His yellow eyes flicker
Greed in their depths
One he won't steal from
There are few of left
Traveling merchant
Gypsy cart and gray horse
Powerful potions he makes
Just don't ask the source
Huge green fists
Ready to strike
He hides by the day
And lurks through the night
Peddling his wares
Potions, spirits, charms
Trading for bone dust
While memories he farms
Eat his food
Drink his liqueur
And in your life
You've never been sicker
Bewitched by magic
Dreams unprotected
Secrets revealed
Weaknesses detected
The sly salesman
Clever merchant
Nightmarish barker
Kin of the serpent
Steal you blind
In more way than one
Ruing your fate
Before all's said and done
Nothing but trouble
To no one loyal
Yet it if can be earned
It’s value is double
Beware of Jendon
Of playing fates card
To cross this one
You’d better be hard