Hark, the horn! The coach draws up at the door at last
And I can escape
My grisly fate
The castle ghosts, disappointed, stand aghast— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 14, 2020
All the wicked shadows they come now for me
Reaching out icy dark clutching fingers with murderous glee
The endlessly-stealing, baleful armies of the night
I hold them at bay with your love, and lantern’s bright light— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 15, 2020
My dearest treasure? This! Swung in battle by a long-dead king
It slew dragons, and worse, cleaving stone walls like string
See now its scarred hilt, its long, keen, spell-shining blade
This sword, the goddess of the Deep True Forge made— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 16, 2020