I might love the executioner upstairs more
If my dripping ceiling wasn’t his awash-in-gore floor— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 18, 2018
Knight fought the dragon from dawn’s first knell
Until setting of the sun
And when temples rang the evening bell
He fell to the wyrm, his life done
It ate his head, to keep him dead, then scooped him up to sell
Human eyeballs, innards, teeth and hair; all fair spoils won— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 20, 2018
Ten to hold the thieves firmly in
Ten to guard the castle about
Ten to slice them bloodily thin
And fetch the gems from their guts out— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 21, 2018