"Who are you?" I asked the phantom,
"I am rest from Hate and Pride.
"I am friend to king and beggar,
"I am Alpha and Omega,
"I was councilor to Hagar
"But men call me suicide."
I was weary of tide breasting,
Weary of the world's behesting,
And I lusted for the resting
As a lover for his bride. (Robert E. Howard)

"Who are you?" I asked the phantom, "I am rest from Hate and Pride. "I am friend to king and beggar, "I am Alpha and Omega, "I was councilor to Hagar "But men call me suicide." I was weary of tide breasting, Weary of the world's behesting, And I lusted for the resting As a lover for his bride.

Robert E. Howard

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