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An Apology to Robert E. Howard: A Well of Heroes Epilogue 5
Forty-five years listening to your dark whispers.
Forty years wondering how like you was the friend I cleaved with a sword.
Thirty years seeking a story-threading place.
Twenty years now lost-and-found in driven haste.
Ten years gone since I learned that we shared the dark.
Seven years to break a promise to curate your voice.
Thank you so much, for luring me out after the shadowed truth, away from the devil-rooted dream flower in its venom-lit stalls; thanks so much for chiding a lost boy out into the night, where he might, like a man, fall rather than crawl.
-For the Poet who wrote of himself twice as Rinaldo...I do not even know how those he knew addressed him as family or friend
-James LaFond, Central New Jersey, Tuesday, 6:52 PM, June 29 2021, as the first hot sun of summer falls
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