He was the sort of fool not at all rare
Who when hearing of adventure or dare
Beamed as his chest got the swells
And that is why
His bones now lie
Somewhere deep in the hotter districts of the Nine Hells— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 17, 2019
Her chamber heard so many nightly pantings and sighs
That her servants concluded lust was one of her faults
But when the Castle Witch broke the magic that made guests rise
Every night to the royal tower, much fun came to many abrupt halts— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 18, 2019
With his blade he spilled much spleen, out of wounds fresh and obscene
In many a gory mess that was a sickening sight
But once a year all his gutless victims rise and appear
And chase him (emptily) all that long and terrible night— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 20, 2019