The saga long ago foretold
When bloody hands crown and throne do hold
They’ll turn to murdering for ever more gold
Satisfaction shall never cross their threshold

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 2, 2020

Here are we, another magical moment, such is the stuff
From which I’ve woven dreams rich, but woven quite enough
Once there were dreams we could believe in
Now it’s all nightmares and shouting, such a din
Shall I give in?

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 5, 2020

Help I’m dead, heart still, flesh flowing down my bones
Here in the moonlight as the cold wind moans
When did I die? Why can’t I remember? Something makes me tremble
I rush through the night, hunger rising in me, the living to disassemble

— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) August 7, 2020