Soft sound behind me, and as I whirl, blade frantic out
Something comes flashing out of the dark
And before I’ve breath or time for one last shout
It bites chill and deep, forever ending my bark— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 10, 2018
One of THOSE moons is in the sky
The night is damp and still
Eerie dancing feylights rage fearful and high
The ruined castle is burning again atop Haunted Hill— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 11, 2018
Desire devours you, unless you devour what you desire.
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 11, 2018