Robert Ervin Howard,
Stirring Science Stories, Feb. 1941…
“ I have heard an old man singing underneath a copper moon; "God, who gemmed with topaz twilights, opal portals of the day, "On your amaranthine mountains, why make human souls of clay? "For I rode the moon-mare's horses in the glory of my youth, "Wrestled with the hills at sunset—till I met brass-tinctured Truth. "Till I saw the temples topple, till I saw the idols reel, "Till my brain had turned to iron, and my heart had turned to steel. "Satan, Satan, brother Satan, fill my soul with frozen fire; "Feed with hearts of rose-white women ashes of my dead desire. ”
