Wyrd Tales: The Cult of the Black Pillars

In olden days,

Spurr’d on by golden ways,

Away from smoking keeps,

As into the deeps

Of Korax, as elsewhere,

Went whither

The tallest of Breizh’s Knights,

Brow bright as the stars’ of the night,

Blue-eyed and dark brow’d,

Back unbow’d,

Thither journey’d Conan the Knight…

Son of Hector the most bright,

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Thunder split the heavens. At any other time this might have al…