A Poem by Emily Shade


I had been empty for scant eons -
My emptiness had come, to cry -
I, hating, drew the dagger near
And dreamed the darkest specter.

It was this on graves I had feared
When decaying, wretched, empty,
I looked in wastelands, for the beast
I could not hope to despoil.

I did not destroy the rotting phantom,
It was so like the storm
The despair I had often shared
In wretched grave.

The word hurt me, it was so dark, -
I felt wretched and lost,
As screams of a tomb wail
Killing to the bone.

Nor was I darker; so I desired
That despair was a way
Of specters outside darkness,
The scrabbling takes centuries.


"Emily Shade" is a program that generates poetry using structures from the works of Emily Dickenson and words from the works of H.P. Lovecraft.