So many murders, drenched in wine
Followed by so many penitent absolutions divine
Rage doth grip this heart of mine
Until I care not whether
I in anyone’s regard still shine
If I can fall fighting,
with my sword-companions,
all of us together— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 2, 2018
When adventurer and monster meet
In dungeon dark or ruin forlorn
One will know death, the other victory sweet
Even if it be but living to see the next morn— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 3, 2018
From the armies of goblins, grant us haven
For our swordarms are wear, bloody, and numb
They harry us like the tireless, mocking raven
And I’d prefer not to be slain by little brutes so dumb— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 3, 2018