Behold yon gargoyle
Gleefully insane
As it sits munching on a brain
Its not-yet-eaten kills are piled up in carts
But never mind, again it starts
To assist people from “alive” to “slain”— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 12, 2018
It is an ancient and well-worn shield
Of arrows, it stoppeth one of three
Its bearer spared the need to yield
Until he encountered me— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 13, 2018
Yon hermit, through long threadbare seclusion
And wits-wandering, though he says he’s regained his own
At last has reached a firm, nay adamant conclusion
For beds with soft sheets, and noble feasts, his longings have fierce grown— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 13, 2018
A princess playing at cards with a swindler shrewd
Lost hand after hand until she was quite nude
Then her father the king came along
And trusting in discretion seemed wrong
So then and there she invented a new dance he deemed “a trifle rude”— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 14, 2018