In Legend Lands - Song of an Old Immortal
(Dedicated to Robert E. Howard)
The River Styx flows whispering;
Its myst’ry-misted song to sing.
Its waters, black as anthracite,
Trailed sensuous tendrils to invite,
Submerged my soul in darkest night—
(My body it left free.)
Ten thousand years I roamed this land;
Imprudently I tasted life.
And countless times I came to stand
And watch dear friends return to sand;
Watched them fall beneath the knife
Of grave misfortune, age and strife.
So on I wandered, friend to dread...
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This poem was originally published in the January 1991 edition of Amazing Stories Magazine.