And many a brave adventurer bold
These wilderlands doth roam
But the uncaring winds blow often cold
Over hills—open graves—their final home— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 15, 2018
Go ahead and use that sword. My words are stronger.
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 14, 2018
And below the castle, this battle’s eve
There are no songs nor flowers
For in shrouds many a soul shall soon leave
These streets below the towers
Aloft already, grim griffon-riders flap by
Heading east, where the foe’s dragons already darken the sky— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 17, 2018