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[REH]

A Tribute Poem

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R. E. H. by R. H. Barlow

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Conan, the warrior king, lies stricken dead

Beneath a sky of cryptic stars; the lute

That was his laughter stilled, and sadly mute

Upon the chilling earth his youthful head.

There sounds for him no more the clamorous fray,

But dirges now, where once the trumpet loud:

About him press old memories for shroud,

And ended is the conflict of the day.

Death spilled the blood of him who loved the fight

As men love mistresses, and fought it well—

His fair young flesh is marble where he fell

With broken sword that vanquished all but Night;

And as of mythic kings our words must speak

Of Conan now, who roves where dreamers seek.