Poem III (known as Her Strong Enchantments Failing)
Her strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poisons
And the knife at her neck,
The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry,
“O young man, O my slayer,
To-morrow you shall die.”
O Queen of air and darkness,
I think ’tis truth you say,
And I shall die tomorrow;
But you will die to-day.
– A.E. Houseman, Last Poems, 1922
– “Hallows’ E’en” by Winifred M. Letts
– The Lips of a Strange Woman: The Pulp Art of Margaret Brundage
– “Dead Man’s Hate” by Robert E. Howard
Categories: Poetry and Prose
This poem should have a sequel.
I can’t just GIVE AWAY THE FARM in one post!
Always happy to please, darling.