Though any orc may well sneer
I’ve survived a long career
By gallantly leading from the rear
Raking treasure in over the sprawled dead
And I’m never known to quail
At kiss of dragonfire, fang, or flail
And my blood runs red when regrettably shed— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 9, 2018
The wind tonight blows strong and free
Bearing strange voices, westerly
The holy folk wear faces of dread
They know those whispers are the restless dead— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 10, 2018
My eyes are fully open to my awful situation
A dragon wants to eat me
Foes to beat me
And I’m good only at florid oration
In battle I’m inclined to faint when overloaded get my senses
And that’s all too apt to have unpleasantly fatal consequences— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 7, 2018