A Poem by Emily Shade

I had been gone for ten-thousand eons -
My emptiness had come, to lurk -
I, searching, drew the dagger near
And dreamed the coldest specter.

It was this on barrows I had hated
When decaying, wretched, broken,
I looked in graveyards, for the corpse
I could not hope to crush.

I did not kill the rotting wraith,
It was so like the storm
The loss I had often shared
In bloody barrow.

The glyph hurt me, it was so strange, -
I felt angry and broken,
As wails of a grave tempest
Shreaking to the heart.

Nor was I chillier; so I desired
That emptiness was a way
Of corpses outside mists,
The reaching takes eternities.

"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.