We ride wherever we’re going
We take whatever we need
Adventuring while my blood’s still flowing
We make the other guys bleed
Lady Luck be my trusty steed
Thundering toward my grave at speed— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 10, 2020
Palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy
Hope and resolve still steady, though we’re doomed, I know already
As I stride through severed tentacles, grim and ready
To lop off heads, but I keep on forgetting
Things can be solved without bloodletting— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 11, 2020
