Came soft, by night, the Murder Claw
All in black, to find his lover
Blood he left where’er he laid paw
Staining shroud that above her did cover— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 26, 2018
Of scruples quite devoid
High ranked amid ruthless bitches
A slayer by the king employed
To hunt and slaughter witches
Her bloodlust she couldn’t slake
Though their blood leaked out a lake
And she burnt a forest, stake by witch-stake— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 26, 2018
Lady, cast the darksome rune
Smoking and unholy
For I see at last the blood-red moon
Is rising soft and slowly— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 27, 2018