Run, O run and in the deep places hide
For the scouring wyrm shall not be denied
Its time of mating has come, as surely as the tide— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 23, 2019
The cadaver will walk
Dark and terrible stalk
Never deigning to talk
Until his still-beating heart from his corpse is bravely ripped
By some adventurer foolish enough to venture into his crypt— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 24, 2019
Swords will out and dying men shout
As on their lives the last door is slammed
And under cold stone they’ll lie unmourned and alone
Forever forgotten, except when they’re damned— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) November 25, 2019