Sleety swords and daggers glim
Were the death of her and of him
After dastardly foes used such deadly steel
To turn them into so much veal
By piercing every little gap in their gleaming armor suits
’Til the blood ran out the heels of their boots— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 11, 2021
I found this place with my nose
For here the dead are heaped high, in forlorn piles
Bootless, for someone has collected all of their toes
And on the bank of inky Styx hard by, skull-faced ferryman gently smiles— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 12, 2021
Rising on dripping stalk, one fell and knowing eye
Gazes over the noisome jet swamp slime
At blissfully unaware, approaching prey
Mere moments away is feeding time— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 13, 2021