Some fought with shouted words, or ideas, before all peace was ended
But now the war we’ve settled, for with sharp swords we contended

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 10, 2019

Those dark dragons gout deadly flame
And villages burn, no matter how good their wells
And villagers shriek and die as vainly ring the temple bells
No matter the pride of the place, or who of fame there dwells
Its doom will come just the same

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 11, 2019

Then to the dungeon unwillingly I came
The front door monster knew my name
And smiled as it promised to eat my fame
Forever-grinning dead it soon became

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 12, 2019