The dragon hangs dark and terrible in the sky above. We cower. Yet I cower more for the day when ‘tis gone, and none believe in dragons.
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 18, 2017
This castle is so quiet now
Even the birds have stopped calling
Silent the kitchens, halted the plow
Fruit on vines rotting and falling
Distant now that bustling day
When all the proud tall knights rode away
To once more make glorious war
Seems we’ll be seeing them here no more— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 19, 2017
Our banners were ragged and torn
Our trophies were bloody and few
But out there fresh monsters were being born
So we took saddle, and rode into adventures new— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 20, 2017