In battle he slew hundreds, leaving in his wake the dead piled high
Each corpse a bed for a fresh one piled on top of it
Soon those who disagreed with him were heaped unto the sky
And the flies gorged on blood, and drank every drop of it— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 27, 2019
The treasure gleams bright in many an eye
Of both the slayer and the slain
For the greedy and gullible so easily die
And soon only their bones remain— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 28, 2019
The prince reached out and in vain did shout
As the tomb door in his face was slammed
Then silent as stone he sank down alone
Shut in to die with the dead and the damned— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 29, 2019
These adventurers think they’ll become rich lumber barons, but this forest belongs to the elves
But I’m stupid and craven, and they’re bold heroes—so let them find that out for themselves— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 29, 2019
