The Road of Azrael
| Always Comes Evening ~ The Road of Azrael
written by Robert Ervin Howard
Towers reel as they burst asunder,
Streets run red in the butchered town;
Standards fall and the lines go under,
And the iron horsemen ride me down.
Out of the strangling dusts that blind me
Let me ride for my hour is nigh,
From the walls that stifle, the hoofs that grind me,
To the sun and the desert wind to die.
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