No mind can plumb the deathly terror
That lurks coiling in this mansion’s umbral dark
Realtor after realtor makes the same error
Of thinking they’ll come in and not go mad, stark— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 30, 2019
I hearken to my king’s commands
Wherefore my hands are often red
But they are not yet traitor’s hands
All such crumble, for they are dead— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 31, 2019
And yonder is where the queen’s army did retreat
When but six still rode, so fierce was the fray
And it had long been clear who would win the day
O, that those wounded steeds had still been fleet— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 31, 2019
