Two wizards dueled down a dirt village street
Hurling spells of stabbing lightnings and devouring dark
That clawed and spat and left many a mark
And when they’d six homes burst to rubble
Old crones came out wheezing, on the double
And sent both mages to their graves right fleet— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 29, 2018
The old gods are not dead
Nor all the old customs fled
Blood when spilled is still red
So beware, and know prudent dread— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 2, 2018
The wizards like to stand yonder
On the height with the great overland view
And sometimes they stand just ponder
And sometimes they hurl spells bright and blue— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) April 12, 2018