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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Rusty Cage

I Was Attending Worden Alternative School
When the Grunge Scene Hit Full Swing.
Still Jamming to the Misfits & Glenn;
to Seasons …
& Cliff & the Anger At His Loss; Justice …
So Cobain & Chains & Even Garden Were No Maiden;
They Didn’t Even Make my List
Except For a Few Hits.
Just, the Echo of the Seattle Drug Scene;
the Cold Dirty Streets,
the Need,
I Too Have Known the Grip of Addiction,
the Bottle,
the Pill,
the Needle,
the Knife;
But my Oldest Friend
She Be Suicide.
She Came To me In a Darkened Room
While I Attended That Fucked Up School
Whispering In my Ear
Come With me
With Out a Care.
Contemplating What He Did Do,
the Marks On my Hide
Earned me Juvie Time
Not the Big House Yet
That Was Next.
It Was the Epiphany
That Life Had No Place For me.
She Did Not Lie.
Like Starving Rats In a Trap
How we Climb,
the Filthy, Clawing,
Beast That Is Man.
Some Say It Is Cowardice,
But Is It Not
the Biggest Leap of Faith
a Man May Make
to Flee His Rusty Cage
& Soar Free.
I Do Not Know
Nor Have Any Returned.

In Parting
I Will Close This
With a Piece I Wrote
Concerning the Death
of Robert E. Howard.

How can
we Fathom
another
Mans
Soul
or what
Brought
Him
to that
Door
To Live
the Endless
Dream
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Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Burn

Burn
Was the
Echo
In my
Head
Burn
Was
What
the Board
Had
Said
Burn
was What
the Candles
Did
As
the Room
Was Set
a Light
Burn
Is What
She Said
As She
Melted
In
the Night
Burn
Is What
the House
Did
All
In Flames
Burn
Is How
the Memory
Remains 

Burn

Was

the Baby

In

It’s Bed,

Burn

I Would

Rather,

Than Not

Be Dead

Burn

Is

the Planchette

In

my Hand,

Burn

I Know

I Must

Be Damned

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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

Murder

I’ll Murder
you
Murder you
Murder you
Murder you
With Words
In Case
you Haven’t
Heard
I’ll Come
To your
House
or
Pull you
From your
Spouse
With Words
Words
Words
Words
you Got
your Little
Clique
&

you
Think
you’re
the Shit
I’ll Kick
In your
Door
Yes,
With Words
Words
Words
Words
Because
When
the Words
Have Stopped
You’ve
All Ready
Been Dropped
With Words
Words
Words
Words
#B27321

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Caspar David Friedrich

Caspar David Friedrich

Long
has It
Been
Since
I Have
Seen
Home
Longer Still
Has It
Been
Since
I Left
This House
of Bones
to Escape
the Weight
of Titles
Land
&

Hoard
to Never
Partake
In Ritual
or

Demand
Nor Bend
the Knee
&

Serve
the Dark
Man
‪#‎B27321‬

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Weird Tales Magazine‘s

status update.

What have you been reading?

It’s been a while since we asked.

Peter Paul Rubens

Peter Paul Rubens

The Story

Weird Tales Magazine

 Tried

to Kill
Returns.
Harbinger
by B27321

 –

I had just Gotten Out after a 6yr Stretch,
For an Armed Robbery Gone Bad,
Really Bad.
Fell In with the Carnie Crowd,
Started working with Them through the
Half Way House.
We use to Joke,
Half Way to Hell.
Like Most Jokes Cons make,

It’s not really a
Joke.
Where Men

Prey upon

Men
&

Life Is

Valued

In Snack

Cakes
&

Cigarettes.
What Would

you

Call It.

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N. C. Wyeth

N. C. Wyeth

Dog Brothers
your Thought.

The Original

Daws

Defined Elric

for me.

MournBlade,

my Bride.

I think

I may

have to

Write

a Short

Featuring

that Sword.

MournBlade,

my Bride

Through Time.

I Found
This
Black Blade
In the House
of my Father
Neglected
all most
Hidden ……

She Had Gone
Through
Many Names
But the One
I would
Come
to Call
Her ……

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