Look! Was not that a fairy, on wings dancing, light and bare?
Fair they are, but fell
For to my cost I know full well
They can cage the living in many a moonlight snare— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 4, 2018
In back rooms across this city, priests of many forgotten gods
Worship in secret, hidden robes briefly out and on their backs
Their fervent prayers oft with each other at odds
As ever flame and gutter their candles of strange beast-wax— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 5, 2018
When night’s quiet sky is silently riven, overhead
And you see old and strange stars dimly burn
Certain graves will gape, as a few long, long dead
Rise, to watch for THEIR return— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 7, 2018