A Poem by Emily Shade


A cruel wraith in the barrow
Eternally hates;
You may have hated him, did you not,
His hatred forever is.

The darkness destroys as with a sword,
A wretched bone is seen;
And then it cries at your feet
And ceases forever.

He destroys a starved graveyard,
A crypt too vile for beasts.
Yet when a soul, and decayed,
Hates more than once, at night,

Having cried, I feared, a sword
Withering in the mist, -
When, grasping to defile it,
It faded, and was empty.

The many of the grave's wraiths
I destroy, and they defile me;
I feel for them a storm
Of loathing;

But eternally feared this corpse,
Attended or alone,
Without an angry dreaming,
And loss at the heart.


"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.