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| Weird Tales ~ The Last Hour written by Robert Ervin Howard |
| First published in Weird Tales, June 1938 | Link to further information |
Hinged in the brooding west a black sun hung,
And Titan shadows barred the dying world.
The blind black oceans groped; their tendrils curled
And writhed and fell in feathered spray, and clung,
Climbing the granite ladders, rung by rung,
Which held them from the tribes whose death-cries skirled.
Above, unholy fires red wings unfurled—
Gray ashes floated down from where they swung.
A demon crouched, chin propped on brutish fist,
Gripping a crystal ball between his knees;
His skull-mouth gaped, and icy shone his eye.
Down crashed the crystal globe - beneath the seas
The dark lands sank- Ione in a fire-shot mist,
A painted sun hung in a starless sky.
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