The Last Hour
| Weird Tales ~ The Last Hour
written by Robert Ervin Howard
|First published in Weird Tales, June 1938. Second poem of Howard's "Sonnets out of Bedlam" cycle:|
Hinged in the brooding west a black sun hung,
And Titan shadows barred the dying world.
The blind black oceans groped; their tendrils curled
And writhed and fell in feathered spray, and clung,
Climbing the granite ladders, rung by rung,
Which held them from the tribes whose death-cries skirled.
Above, unholy fires red wings unfurled—
Gray ashes floated down from where they swung.
A demon crouched, chin propped on brutish fist,
Gripping a crystal ball between his knees;
His skull-mouth gaped, and icy shone his eye.
Down crashed the crystal globe - beneath the seas
The dark lands sank- Ione in a fire-shot mist,
A painted sun hung in a starless sky.
|Works by this author are in the public domain in countries where the copyright term is the author's life plus 80 years or less.|