This threshold frames unseen magic portal
Its last user long dead, because mortal
Earlier venturers all perished, one by one
What strange travelers has it seen, I wonder
Their spells of lightning, their charges bolder thunder
As they hasten on, each chasing victory’s sun?— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 2, 2018
The wyvern snarled and bit the air a little too near me
So I plunged steel in, and from its nethers sliced bloodily up
Hah! This smoking gore disgusts most, but doth cheer me
Grab belt-flagon, and draw yourself a cup!— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 1, 2018
The old dread sword hangs on the wall
They say it made many a villain dead fall
Butchering wizards in mid-fell-spell-say
I think I shall begin being a hero today— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 28, 2018