Under a spreading scorched-shield trophy tree the village dragon lies
The lance that slew him standing proud from the more sunken of his great forever-staring eyes
As around the knight’s legs protruding from his maw dance many little flies— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 25, 2021
What, still alive at twenty-two
A fine upstanding manticore like you?
Sure, if your throat ’tis hard to slit
Slay those adventurers, and that army, oh and yonder wizard twit— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 26, 2021
Overhead the wyvern flies
Deadly-taloned, and all too fleet
Yet when its snores doth bleat
I slit its throat, fast and neat
Grind it into juicy pies
And sell them in the street— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 27, 2021