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
