Proud king, rich king, of the height of his castle did gloat
Until the day some patriot pushed him off a turret
And he had time to utter every cussword he knew with haste to slur it
In the long, fatal plunge to the muddy depths of his moat— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 11, 2019
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Flagstones many they tore from the vast castle floor, but laid no treasure bare
Though bards’ tales said it’d be found in huge heaps lying around, all eyes blinded by the gleaming glare 2)
Their hopes sank, so being adventurers they drank, such hard-seasoned drunkards you’ll seldom see
So they dug a deep but treasureless hole, in earth and stone as well as everyone’s wizened soul, I know because the last one left is me— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 11, 2019
