Above this haunted hill the starlight is still
All is drenched in cold bone-white
I draw near in the chill, awaiting the thrill
Of beloved vampire’s next loving bite— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 28, 2018
With a spell, I spin me phantom wings tonight
They last ’til dawn, and no more
I shall fly where the night dragons soar
And hope they cast me not down— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 29, 2018
Adventurers seldom prudent warnings heed
Driven beyond good sense by their need, or greed
Through gale and sunbake and wintry storm of snow
They come, and where they come, monsters go— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 29, 2018