As I ride the rebel lands increasingly seldom do I see
Unadorned with hanging corpses any tall and stately tree
Indeed this crop of carrion upon my senses so doth pall
I long for spring when everything overripe from branches doth tend to fall— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 2, 2019
When knights go dragonslaying, they first need to practise (on other beasties) the best ways to spill the most gore
And that, O young scribe, is what anonymous commoners were invented for— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 3, 2019
His throne was grand and gilded, but under the crown the usurper’s face was glum and decidedly depressive
And that was because the expense and other demands of ruling a realm was, he’d too late discovered, excessive— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 6, 2019