Knowing he was far too late
Thief ran, crowns in hand
Up to the guard at the gate
Who sternly bade him stand
These? They’re mine! He did prate
Tossing poison-knife through gland
Making guard greatly irate
But then too dead to enforce command
Crown gone
Thief gone
Beyond remand— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 8, 2018
Proud old paladin defends townsfolk meek
But soon must blow his horn for aid
Attacking monsters endless, outlook bleak
Until behold the charge of warrior maid after maid— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 8, 2018
The Bright Hooked Blade was a warrior bold
Her sword and lance a-gleam with gold
And the sack of trophies her saddle bore
Was full of staring eyes and a-drip with gore
For the pay of a soldier is none too rich
So she cooked her foes, flitch by flitch— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 9, 2018