The dead came for him, and he awoke
And snatched up sword them to defy
But they had come to watch him die
And cold and grim
Strangled him
They watched and watched, but never spoke— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 9, 2019
Now they stand watching the vast ruin in flames, and they cry
But while their city lived, they did not hesitate to turn away, and to lie— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 10, 2019
My sword is the very soul of winter
Sharp, icy cold, and of every foe’s comfort a stinter— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 10, 2019