There are deep things done far below all reach of the sun
By dwarves who lust after gold
The Underdark ways are home to monster after monster that slays
And the occasional idiot adventurer bold

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 12, 2019

And yonder is the infamous battlefield
That’s seen so much bloodshed, and shrieking, and sword-din
That’s why I’m never hereabouts without my shield
For the war-dead never tire of drawing new recruits in

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 13, 2019

The old king died horribly smiling, for into his best goblet poison had been slipped
And for all I know he’s horribly smiling still, as he sits on his throne in his crypt

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 17, 2019

Proud king, rich king, of the height of his castle did gloat
Until the day some patriot pushed him off a turret
And he had time to utter every cussword he knew with haste to slur it
In the long, fatal plunge to the muddy depths of his moat

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 11, 2019

1)
Flagstones many they tore from the vast castle floor, but laid no treasure bare
Though bards’ tales said it’d be found in huge heaps lying around, all eyes blinded by the gleaming glare 2)
Their hopes sank, so being adventurers they drank, such hard-seasoned drunkards you’ll seldom see
So they dug a deep but treasureless hole, in earth and stone as well as everyone’s wizened soul, I know because the last one left is me

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) December 11, 2019