You'd think they merely slept, but for bloody blade standing proud of every still breast

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 30, 2022

A sudden hush fell on the crowd
Ere dozens toppled, to lie sprawled and still
Revealing, beyond them, a lone figure masked in its shroud
Death hath come for the payment of his bill

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 4, 2022

I am old, and my memories mingle now with fading dreams
Whose colour and fire has left me for the dreams of younger folk, it seems
For by night I lie awake, silent, and hear their shouts, and sighs, and screams

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 6, 2022