The name of the man who is visiting all this people in their dreams, is Chris Marlowe II, the One & Only Troll of Triond… And this is how I did it!

“My agony was terrible. Barely forty-eight hours after my violent death, on June 1, 1593, I was buried. Hastily. But hey, baby… We do know better… don’t we”?

… of the Darkness On The Edge of Town is a Poem, meant as an answer to Update Two of the Chris Marlowe II Whodunnit, published by the Lost Dutchman on the HubPages.

Just for the fun of it all: a review of my favorite writers on Triond, written by a Jack Nicholson kind of a Joker, coming to get you as in The Shining, peeping through the bathroom door, yelling: “Wendy!” – And swaying this bloody axe of mine…