Our blades met, then through his guard I thrust
Aiming not for heart, but for where he kept his mind
Until then in my good blade I’d placed all trust
Yet its keen steel could not his brain find
Skull there was but in it mere smoke and air
He laughed at me, and then was not there!— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 14, 2018
…
And damned if he didn’t leave his cold laugh behind.
O lady, have done! Quell thy weeping
Though the turf be stained red
And he seems to be missing his head
Thy love lies not dead; he’s only sleeping— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 14, 2018
