Dead wizard chuckles in the deeps of his tomb
For he knows the traps waiting deadly in the gloom
And another band of adventurers at his threshold stands
More for his collection of victims, that ever expands— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 26, 2019
I slew them in the morning, their blood so red and warm
I slew them by night, knifing in a handy howling storm
Many have been paid to slay before me, my profession’s nothing new
Veteran slayers walk among us, looking just like me and you— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 26, 2019
In dark places deep beneath the earth
We wander, seeking glint of gold
For of coin we suffer lasting dearth
And would love to be rich ere we grow old— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 27, 2019