And now the horses thunder hard across the field
And now the trumpeters blow martial tune
And now amid unhorsings is shattered many a shield
And now the dead lie still, awaiting the pitiless moon— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 3, 2019
See, now, in the depths of my seeing-glass
They ride grim and silent in a shadowed land
And through its many-tombed heart of malice pass
Yet never escape the reach of my sorcerous hand— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 3, 2019
A rising count of lands have lost their lord
With jaws and talons I have them slain
Then breathed fire, to leave but ashes and a sword
For them to cherish in fear and grief and pain— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 4, 2019