To ghoul ladies, lords are but meat
Wealthy and powerful and handy to eat
And when goblin kings of human lords do think
They too are pondering fresh meat, rich red or pink— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 20, 2018
But at each ruin, hauntings I find
Some of them cruel, some of them kind
Some of them leave faint glows, some somehow write with a pen
Words of longing, and rage, and what they’ll do when they live again— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 21, 2018
Dragon’s in her lair far and far away
Right now, adventurers are slinking past its bed
Asleep’s the wyrm, and deep, and asleep they hope she’ll stay
A’dreaming of adventurers devoured raw and red
Raw and red
Adventurers devouréd and dead— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 21, 2018
I’ll crown thee, lady, with a coronet of bones
And wed thee within the grim and ancient stone ring
Dead am I, soon ye’ll join me ’neath stones
And together, whistling dirges we’ll merrily sing— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) July 22, 2018