They robbed the wounded adventurer for his great sack
Split open his head; out the lifeblood ran
They snatched and bore away their prize—but alack
All it held was the head of a giant dead man— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 22, 2018
Adventurers? They go to monsters meet
Fighting them until by death rendered obsolete
Whereupon we bring them to this cold and lonely ground
So with the gentler dead they can lie round— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 26, 2018
As older I get, the more my sword doth grow
Restless for the wanton bloodlettings of oh so long ago
In my greener days, when I knew not, being young and cruel
That taking all who disagree with you as foes makes you a fool— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 27, 2018