He stole softly away, to trip in her trap of many a pot and pan
Left to clang alarm if stepped on if her lover ran
And the medusa unhooded the lamp, met his eye, and he turned to stone
Leaving her once more weeping, betrayed, and alone— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 22, 2020
Slay the loathly worm, so the village its guts can stuff
And feast for joy, ere finally eating enough
Not to feel hunger gnaw
Nor fear of monster’s maw
So, adventurer, go and try
And in case you die
We’ll say goodbye— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 23, 2020
And so it comes at last to a fight
And one of us will be dead tonight
Both of us standing nobly for what is right
Yet I know whenever we
Did disagree
You never, ever, gave in to me— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) September 24, 2020