Cold and black was the wine
The last time the Queen and I dared to dine
As the blades of the King drew ever nearer
And as the bottom of the decanter so blue
Came at last clearly into view
Our mutual fates became clearer— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 27, 2019
Above, the moon, below, the tomb
The ghosts softly smile tonight
And drift menacingly close in the gloom
Will I survive to see the morning light?— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 28, 2019
As the prince fell dead to the ground
Sprawling in his blood beside you
It took no perception profound
To conclude that at last we were through
When your head rolled away from the rest of you
That’s when I finally, undeniably knew— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 28, 2019