Blustering kings and sneering dukes alike
Find themselves cast down, thwarted, and disgraced
Their staring heads now grace many a spike
Displaying one last sad lack of taste— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 17, 2021
But the princess knows how a blood-soaked conqueror to greet
She pads to him naked, on soft, lithe feet
Bearing him the head of her father, the king
And a glass of the king’s best firewine, neat— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 18, 2021
Where’s the foe, with their brazen conquering trumpets?
They should be here by now, I trow
They must have got lost, somehow
Perhaps amid the beckoning strumpets— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 20, 2021