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| Always Comes Evening ~ The Soul-Eater|
written by Robert Ervin Howard
|First poem of Howard's "Sonnets out of Bedlam" cycle:||Link to further information|
I swam below the surface of a lake
And found myself within a curious hall,
Lined with bronze columns, somber-black and tall;
On them I heard the evil gray waves break.
Sudden the granite floor began to shake;
A monster strode from out an iron stall;
Before his gryphon feet I reeled, to fall
As one who, dreaming, struggles to awake.
Upon my lips he set his grisly mouth
As to allay some fierce, demoniac drouth.
A broken shell, I tread the earth in vain;
My comrades are the goblin and the troll,
Since One in that forgotten, sunken fane
In evil hunger sucked from me my soul.
|Works by this author are in the public domain in countries where the copyright term is the author's life plus 79 years or less.|