If, after I depart this tear-drenched vale
You remember me and want to please my ghost
In the eternal breakfast wars for once prevail
And stint not the butter on the toast— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 2, 2020
I shot an arrow into the air
And listened for some dying screams
[Silence falls
Waiting palls]
My arrow is justice, brought to bear
But I’m a dreadful shot, it seems— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 3, 2020
The hobgoblins chortle and claw hungrily at my door
And every night has its mares that bring many hobgoblins more— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 7, 2020
