1)
There’s a realm where the ruins are nameless
Where in the trees weird shadows creep
And fading lanes seem to wander aimless
And the feeling of being watched is old cold and deep— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2019
2)
Cold fear follows, then stalks, then finds you
In stillness, in moonlight, in waiting caves darkly yawning
And forgotten magic boils up and blinds you
As awakens new fear
For far too uncomfortably near
You can hear loathsome monsters spawning 3)
And you begin to flee, vainly, as you recall what the beasts newborn will need
Human blood, and meat, and brains a-glistening…oh, yes, their first need is to feed— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2019
4)
And isn’t it dreadfully convenient
That whenever your stay-AWAY sense is too lenient
Your first talent is to bleed?— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2019
