Now comes dread dragon in hunting flight
Swooping so swift we cannot hope to get out of the way
So we stand together, backs turned, to hide our wizard from its sight
Until it’s too close to elude his slaying-spell bright How old is yon wizard? I should not like to say
Wisp-bearded, shaking his frame, weak now his sight
But from his sly old hands flames blaze like sudden meteors to slay
For he hath not yet forgotten how to fight— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 8, 2019
When we go hunting monsters by night
Inevitably comes that moment of leaping fright
When something springs at you with hungry speed
And you have to QUICK stab it where it will deathly bleed— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 7, 2019
Though old villains at their end know the grave is nigh
That does not mean they want to die
They’ll snap and snarl, and do their worst
(Which means their best to help you into your grave first)— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 8, 2019