Her darkest armor she now doth wear
Of olden style, and of blazon bare
As she trudges forth, sword in hand, to die
By night she’ll lie cold, staring unseeing at the sky
Her banner to flutter brave no more in battlefield air— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 8, 2019
The ghost knight gallops round the moat every night still
Though death came for him ninety years ago, gnawing with dread disease
He struggled through a mere handful of days, ill
Ere he fell dead, the castle’s lady ghosts to please— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 9, 2019
The dead came for him, and he awoke
And snatched up sword them to defy
But they had come to watch him die
And cold and grim
Strangled him
They watched and watched, but never spoke— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 9, 2019
