The brainstealer was to melancholy inclined
From devouring many a downcast mind
Its mouth-tentacles for gaiety often pined
Or even rapture, of the finest kind
So I tickled it gently, from behind— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 12, 2022
Her lovers were gallant, and numbered seventeen
Even before I came on the scene
For she was a decidedly insatiable Queen— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 13, 2022
A disquieting thought occurs to me
From a source I can’t unearth
From dragon eggs hatched were we?
Then enspelled to forget, at birth?— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 14, 2022