With elder legends those bards were stoked
They knew where the oldest ghosts reside
When they vamped, their sleek skin near smoked
And when they promised, fearsomely they lied— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 19, 2018
Through the mine’s endless roiling dust
The dwarves trudge out and the dwarves trudge in
For they for gold are lost in lust
Every last speck of it they must win— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 20, 2018
Now hunger plagues the old dragon’s throat
And it takes wing to find a tasty knight
But every turret’s as barren as every moat
Meadow and field; nary a morsel in sight
So it must be fellow-wyrm-feast—after to-the-death fight— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 20, 2018