The queen never wasted breath to gloat
But calmly washed off the blood so red
For always hungry were the monsters of the moat
And so many traitors needed to be dead— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 26, 2018
The monsters now rule yon mountain
Miners and farmers alike all fled
They didn’t want to account in
The growing ranks of eaten dead— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2018
Never mind the why and wherefore
I must choose foes, and have, and therefore
Behold necromancer puissant and darkly mighty
Who dines on blood soup and sautéed brains
As he sends skulls a-flying a-spying by day and nighty
To fell kings, and so add to his domains— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 28, 2018