There’s a ruined castle high
That the creeping forest reclaims
As sensible folk draw not nigh
For prudent fear of undead remains
Yet I have dared to walk its riven halls
Despite the stirrings, and eerie calls
For treasure sings a siren song
And boredom makes life seem overlong— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 11, 2017
Swords drawn this morning
Blood spilt, much
Harken! Loud war-horning
Yonder is needed our gentle touch— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 12, 2017
Her sword was oh so long, and sharp agleam
Her body strong, dark, tall, and lean
And whenever someone slew a precious dream
She’d slit him open and offer the world his spleen— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 10, 2017