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Ode to Robert Howard
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Ode to Robert Howard |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Tormented soul, to take his life- At only thirty three... And artist, yes, par excellence- Or, so esteemed by me. Perhaps he went too far into- Those ancient lands and fell, Victim to some sorcerer- And perished to his spell. The mighty thews conceived by him The deadly flashing blade, Swords and sorcery, and all.... The tools of Howard’s trade. Could not deliver Robert, When the melancholy came.. And Conan, and Red Sonja- Are still calling out his name. What could drive a man to lengths To which this man did go? What could bring such pain, that he The weaklings route did go? Pray, let us call it weakness, I’d not call him a coward- Like Conan, I would lift a glass, To poor dead Robert Howard. ------------------ Live large, people! ~GS~ http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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FreeByrd Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 267 |
Nice tribute I wouldn't call him a coward either -RS |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
Nice tribute to a fallen friend...May he reside with that which he created ------------------ Once I was brilliant, now I no longer shine, but the twinkle in my eye speaks of another time. |
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