In castle dark sounds zombie tread
They will march until full morn
The same duty they drew before they were dead
And dawns still held bright hopes born

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 23, 2021

Other tentacles reach out for me
And other fangs gnash tenderly
Still from crumbling battlements I see
There’s quite a menagerie coming for me
Still, I miss you
Since I didn’t miss you
And you made a nice fricassee

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 25, 2021

And I was the one the bards painted gold with glory
While you were the one with the untold, secret story
A face in the night without a name
Leaving no one alive to hue, cry, or complain
If I am the hero
You are hero’s bane

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) January 26, 2021

Skeleton chuckling in the night
Making doorstep delivery ere the dawn light
It’s something grisly in a bottle
Don’t let it out; they often pounce and throttle

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 13, 2021

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling
But your last epic really left me reeling

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 14, 2021

Lady of silences, draw your sword
For I am come to make death your reward
Nay, do not smile
For I am well acquainted with your guile
Your blood shall run as red as any rose
It’ll stain the carpet, I suppose

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 15, 2021

Even famed adventurer, with time enough, grows weak and frail
And ever more susceptible to nostalgia, and change-brought shock
There will come a day when he shall fail
And death forever still his indignant squawk

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 21, 2021

They fought for us, but now are dead
Daughter, stop your weeping and get a grip
Go and plow what’s left into the melon bed
No tears for losers; let not our standards slip

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 23, 2021

The old mansion is dark and empty; only rats creep
To disturb the long, long cold sleep
Of the family dead
In crypt and high turret (in bed)
And as Imelda’s nightgowned ghost fluttering past doth gleep
The family monster stirs in cellars deep

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 25, 2021

Lying alone, the old gray book opens itself
And SOMETHING drifts up from the pages
Causing the other books to shiver on the shelf
As what’s unseen rises up, and darkly rages

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 26, 2021

The queen still sat primly on her favourite throne
Not realizing she was dead, and little more than bone

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 27, 2021

The sword that when drawn does darkly moan
Is the blade your brightest fooXX heroes are going to bring home

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 28, 2021

He was sentenced to death because the king he vexed
Yet the custom here is to employ the noose on some politer pretext
And so he lived yet, the next morning. And the next.

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 1, 2021

A bright knight rode out to hunt the dragon
They brought back what was left in a wagon
We think it was him, but lacking a head
We check only: dismembered, once-armored, dead
And left thigh, birthmark shaped like a flagon

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 21, 2021

There aren’t as many wizards as bards say there ought to be
Mayhap they’ve all exploded, like so many down through history
Magic seems quite dangerous; ’tis enough to make you fear
That every other spell will hurl the world upon its rear

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 22, 2021

The forest rumbled with horrible howls and growls
Frightening the foresters out of their usual scowls
They sent for the Adventurers Three
Who came, heard, and snorted with glee
“The wolf’s eaten a king; that’s what the crown does to his bowels”

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 23, 2021

Between the graves now, the tattered ghost doth go
Calling up the skeletons to stand as its army, grinning row on row

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 17, 2021

And that magic ring made its bearer the king
Though he was such a dolt the realm did fail
Becoming baronies three that fought each other with glee
Until the babes were born clad in mail

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 19, 2021

The king was short, but his throne was tall
Every misstep meant a royal pratfall
And that’s why the Royal Headsman, earlier today
Treated gilt legs as necks, and chopped them away

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 20, 2021

There! And again! The phantom knights are out riding in the royal park
Swords drawn and doing eerie battle, silently, in the dark
Girls of the village used to ride hard and try to kiss them, for a lark

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 30, 2021

Down the dark trails of eldritch night
Steals a crawling something that fears the light
Some say it stands for justice, and some for what’s right
But I say it’ll say anything to get elected, however trite

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 31, 2021

Is this a druid, come out of season?
Nay, I only read the runes
And observe the passing seasons
And the gladness of the moons

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 8, 2021

The unicorn-riding maiden comes riding, I see
How her unbound hair behind her doth fly
I find her bourgeoisie but I see we disagree
For class is but glass in serenely observing eye

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 9, 2021

Yon castle balcony is rather high
But for maiden’s charms to reach it I’ll try
There are less pleasant ways to die

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 10, 2021