For a friend of mine...04:58 Aug 24 2007
Times Read: 580
*pulls up a pillow for you to sit on* Come sit my deary and you will hear...
*Puts on reading glasses and lights two candles to read by off of the old parchment*
Now let me see...
By the way... Robert E Howard was born and lived in texas in the 1930's. He is known as the father of swords and sorcery, and was the creator of conan the barbarian. He might be worth looking up...
The Tempter
Something tapped me on the shoulder
something whispered, "Come with me.
Leave the world of men behind you,
come where care may never find you,
Come and follow, let me bind you
where in that dark silent sea,
tempest of the world never rages;
there to dream away the ages,
heedless of times turning pages,
only, come with me."
"Who are you?" I asked the phantom,
"I am rest from hate and pride,
I am friend to king and beggar,
I am Alpha and Omega.
I was councilor to Haggar
but men call me suicide."
I was weary of tide breasting,
weary of the worlds behesting,
and I lusted for the resting
as a lover for his bride.
And my soul tugged at its moorings
and it whispered, "Set me free.
I am weary of this battle,
of this world of human cattle
all this dreary noise and brattle.
This you owe to me."
Long I sat and long I pondered
on the life that I had squandered,
over the paths that I had wandered,
never free.
In a shadow panorama
passed life's struggles and its fray.
And my soul tugged with new vigor,
huger grew the phantoms figure,
as I slowly pressed the trigger,
saw the world fade swift away.
Trough the fogs old Time came striding,
radiant clouds were 'bout me riding,
as my soul went gliding, gliding,
from the shadow into day.
-Robert Ervin Howard-
In a note of historical irony, Robert E howard ended his life by commiting suicide with a revolver...
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