All Hail King Grump

Once upon a time, there lived a troll. He built a few castles and hoarded his gold.

Grump was his name, fitting, to some. To others, his name was a promise of sun.

It's not that his wild hair hid a big brain. It's just that he made hurting people his game.

The people ignored his threat to the crown. They did not believe he could bring it all down.

But the trolls each came out from under their bridges. They rose up with ghosts, vampires, and witches.

Together their whispers turned to a big hum. Their hums turned to chanting, "All hail Mr. Grump!"

The chants were so loud, they knocked off the crown of the King of the Free, and it tumbled down.

Down the crown rolled, over truth, over love. Grump's tiny hands grabbed it with push and shove.

He lifted it onto the top of his head and the sky clouded over. All orange, all dread.

And so all the monsters raised fists in the air. "All hail King Grump!" drowned out any prayer.

So here we sit, with tears in our eyes. We the People have met our demise.