{"id":5267,"date":"2019-07-17T20:59:33","date_gmt":"2019-07-17T19:59:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/?p=5267"},"modified":"2020-10-06T12:57:39","modified_gmt":"2020-10-06T10:57:39","slug":"5267-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/2019\/07\/17\/5267-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Le dernier po\u00e8me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p id=\"firstHeading\" class=\"firstHeading\" lang=\"en\">Lines Written in the Realization That I Must Die<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The Black Door gapes and the Black Wall rises;<br \/>\nTwilight gasps in the grip of Night.<br \/>\nPaper and dust are the gems man prizes\u2014<br \/>\nTorches toss in my waning sight.<\/p>\n<p>Drums of glory are lost in the ages,<br \/>\nBare feet fail on a broken trail\u2014<br \/>\nLet my name fade from the printed pages;<br \/>\nDreams and visions are growing pale.<\/p>\n<p>Twilight gathers and none can save me.<br \/>\nWell and well, for I would not stay:<br \/>\nLet me speak through the stone you gave me:<br \/>\nHe never could say what he wished to say.<\/p>\n<p>Why should I shrink from the sign of leaving?<br \/>\nMy brain is wrapped in a darkened cloud;<br \/>\nNow in the Night the Sisters are weaving<br \/>\nFor me a shroud.<\/p>\n<p>Towers shake and the stars reel under,<br \/>\nSkulls are heaped in the Devil&rsquo;s fain;<br \/>\nMy feet are wrapped in a rolling thunder,<br \/>\nJets of agony lance my brain.<\/p>\n<p>What of the world that I leave forever?<br \/>\nPhantom forms in a fading sight\u2014<br \/>\nCarry me out on the ebon river<br \/>\nInto the Night.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>R.E. Howard<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-5269\" src=\"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/lartdeneplusexister-1-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"483\" height=\"649\" \/>\t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lines Written in the Realization That I Must Die &nbsp; The Black Door gapes and the Black Wall rises; Twilight gasps in the grip of Night. Paper and dust are the gems man prizes\u2014 Torches toss in my waning sight. Drums of glory are lost in the ages, Bare feet fail on a broken trail\u2014 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[150,257],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5267"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5267"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5267\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5416,"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5267\/revisions\/5416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5267"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5267"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heresie.com\/thievicz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5267"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}