And the dragon flew on, leaving in its wake dying fires
And fallen towers, wherein just one magic gauntlet glowed
As the baleful dead stirred in the graveyard gyres
Whispering dragon-doom to the wind that blew down the road— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 6, 2019
With firm claws the smiling monster quietly closed the gates of polished brass
For it was closing time; there’d be another day sufficient foolish humans to amass— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 7, 2019
For it was long ago, and under stranger suns
That I last saw so much unguarded gold
Is it curséd? Pray cast the proper orisons
And let all traps be revealed, and dangers told— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 7, 2019
Why am I mad?
I’ll tell, for the tale’s not sad
Sometimes, in the far distant deeps
Of the darkest tangles of this vast old wood
I see the Lady’s glowing eidolon as she creeps
To the Horned Hunter, and draws back his hood— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 8, 2019
