NaPoWriMo 2018, day 15

Déjeuner sur l’herbe

Meadow in trembling sunlight
nosegays of violet and clover
bouqueting the green.
On delicate hooves
billygoats dance across
to picnic on new grass.
WHO’S THAT ON MY BRIDGE?
I’LL EAT YOU FOR LUNCH!
roars the troll.
Goats speed up tempo
to reach the fairer side.

Troll guards his border to keep all the green.
Some goats crossed as kids,
knowing no other meadow.
Troll, uncaring, fumes and taunts
PEOPLE ARE SAYING
THEY RAPE AND THEY PLUNDER
SEND THEM BACK SEND THEM BACK
OR I’LL EAT THEM, he thunders.

Then from afar he hears sobs.
A voice vaguely familiar—ah, his son!
No one will play with me.
People are saying my dad is
orange, shouts at billygoats,
and keeps all the green for himself.
I’m a weirdo, they say,
and they chase me away.

Troll’s moan is gargantuan; tears
flush the copious warts on his nose.
He crawls back under his bridge.
Dreaming of a wall, he exults in
his greatness, consoling himself
with a meal of fresh billygoat.

Prompt: A villain has a moment of humanity, then returns to villainous nature.