"Hope empty of meaning"
Man is a fool and a blinded toy--
The fire still flickers and burns
the Cobra coils in the cup called joy,
and ever the worm returns.
Life is a lamp with the glimmer gone,
A dank and a darkened cave;
Yet still I swear by the light of dawn,
and not by the grip of the grave.
----Robert E. Howard
I too have strode those white-paved roads that run
through dreamy woodlands to the Roman Wall,
Have seen the white towns gleaming in the sun,
And heard afar the elf-like trumpet call. --Robert E. Howard
From one REH fan to another!
