See it, there? The tallest of the mighty castle towers
There preen proud folk who think they wield rightful powers
I remember a battlefield where fell the good
The cruel foe hung their severed heads in the wood
And reaped the reward the gods decided they should
… All dead ere winter of the wasting disease death’s hood— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 19, 2019
When happiness blows the horns, time rushes; there’s no delay
But when we walk sunk in gloom, and grim, drags then so slowly each passing day— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 21, 2019
