My pet dragon only rarely doth growl
Even more rarely does his toothy grin scowl
Once in a dragon moon his forked tongue doth protrude
And that’s usually when he’s giving you dragon attitude— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 13, 2018
Even their armor and weapons he digested
For he was a dragon well adjusted
(Though sharp pointy things he detested)— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 14, 2018
The lurching corpse stares unseeing out of sunken worm-crawling eyes
Withered arms outstretched to claw and hold me
In horrid undeath tireless it doth rise
So holy water I now drenching hurl, and in holy magic I enfold me— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 12, 2018