Sunday, December 04, 2011

The Soul-Eater - Robert E. Howard

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.

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