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Fantasy Fan, v. 2, issue 1, whole no. 13, September 1934
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September, 1934, THE FANTASY FAN Which sprawl in every twisted passageway. And when their gruesome flight a shadow brings The dwellers lift dim eyes above the clay. But lidded bulbs close heavily once more; They wait—for Sotho to unlatch the door! X Now, through the veil of troubled visions deep Is draped to blind me to the secret ways Leading through blackness to the realm of sleep That haunts me all my jumbled nights and days, I feel the dim path that will let me keep That rendezvous in Yith where Sotho plays. At last I see a glowing turret shine, And I am coming, for the key is mine! VOICES OF THE NIGHT by Robert E. Howard 1 - The Voices Waken Memory The blind black shadows reach inhuman arms To drdaw me into darkness once again; The brooding night wind hints of nameless harms, And down the shadowed hill a vague refrain Bears half-remembered ghosts to haunt my soul, Like far-off neighing of the nightmare's foal. But let me fix my phantom-shadowed eyes Hard on the stars—pale points of silver light— Here is the borderland—here reason lies— There, visions, gryphons, Nothing, and the Night. Down, down, red specters, down, and rack me not! Out, wolves of hell! Oh God, my pulses thrum; The night grows fierce and blind and red and hot, And nearer still a grim insistent drum. I will not look into the shadows—No! The stars shall grip and hold my frantic gaze— But even in the stars black visions grow, And dragons writhe with iron eyes ablaze. (continued on page 15)
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September, 1934, THE FANTASY FAN Which sprawl in every twisted passageway. And when their gruesome flight a shadow brings The dwellers lift dim eyes above the clay. But lidded bulbs close heavily once more; They wait—for Sotho to unlatch the door! X Now, through the veil of troubled visions deep Is draped to blind me to the secret ways Leading through blackness to the realm of sleep That haunts me all my jumbled nights and days, I feel the dim path that will let me keep That rendezvous in Yith where Sotho plays. At last I see a glowing turret shine, And I am coming, for the key is mine! VOICES OF THE NIGHT by Robert E. Howard 1 - The Voices Waken Memory The blind black shadows reach inhuman arms To drdaw me into darkness once again; The brooding night wind hints of nameless harms, And down the shadowed hill a vague refrain Bears half-remembered ghosts to haunt my soul, Like far-off neighing of the nightmare's foal. But let me fix my phantom-shadowed eyes Hard on the stars—pale points of silver light— Here is the borderland—here reason lies— There, visions, gryphons, Nothing, and the Night. Down, down, red specters, down, and rack me not! Out, wolves of hell! Oh God, my pulses thrum; The night grows fierce and blind and red and hot, And nearer still a grim insistent drum. I will not look into the shadows—No! The stars shall grip and hold my frantic gaze— But even in the stars black visions grow, And dragons writhe with iron eyes ablaze. (continued on page 15)
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