Oh, I grow weary, I grow weary,
In this dungeon dank and dreary
Is yon altar still in use?
To summon foul gods by incantations obtuse?
Is now the right alignment of the stars?
To greet slithering things that can dine in our abattoirs?— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 15, 2021
In the cold moongleam the enspelled statue loomed large and stark
As it strode ponderously through nightgloom dark
Treading graves whose occupants no living man can now mark— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 18, 2021
Yon paladin comes preceded by his fame
Men turn or cower when they hear his name
And that is why our witches shall know no shame
When they dance on his bones in the bone-pyre’s flame— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 19, 2021
