The dead in cold earth bedded
Into the next battle we go marching on
And lest I should get beheaded
I’ll put some dead man’s war-helm on

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 26, 2018

The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast
A night no tavern-cozy hero would die
The sort old venturers love the most

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 27, 2018

Look for the telltale gleam of gold
For of old, this was a great dwarf-hold
Though long ago they all passed away
And where dwarves are gone, it seems, nothing gold can stay

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) October 28, 2018