"When I was a fighting man, the kettle drums they beat,
The people scattered gold-dust before my horses feet;
But now I am a great king, the people hound my track
With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back."
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
A Poem by Robet E. Howard
It's poem Tuesday! Today's poem is by Robet E. Howard and is from his book "The Phoniex on the Sword". It is one of my favorites because it is so very pretty but also sends out a very true message. It also kinda reminds me of the times of Beowulf, but that might just be me. I hope you enjoy it!
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