The dead came for him, and he awoke
And snatched up sword them to defy
But they had come to watch him die
And cold and grim
Strangled him
They watched and watched, but never spoke— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 9, 2019
Now they stand watching the vast ruin in flames, and they cry
But while their city lived, they did not hesitate to turn away, and to lie— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 10, 2019
In the ruined castle the fallen knight quietly decomposes
Disturbed by few now that he’s but bone armored in thorn
For his sprawled remains repose among thick wild roses
Blood-red except where they’re the rosy hue of morn— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 12, 2019
The dragon’s roars gain fury, rising ever more loud
Echoing back until it seems the nearby mountains spake
And as he dives, his fiery breath trails dark long smoky cloud
He aims to of yon town blazing rubble make— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 12, 2019
