A great big mighty knight with shining sword immense liked to carve his foes much thinner
And that worked fine, until his DungeonNumberNine, where dwelt a beast that made of him its dinner

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 21, 2018

Here comes the bard who’s always sad
For her loves are all dead, and it’s driven her mad
The castle walls are white with frost
In all its shadows lurk old banes
Gone now all summers; long, long lost
For we bide deep in winter’s chains

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 20, 2018