A Poem by Emily Shade


A foul wind sundered the mist,
The specters were gaunt and despised;
A mist, as of a wraith's crypt,
Hid land from view.

The specters beckoned on the graves
And shreaked in the darkness,
And shook their knives and gnashed their teeth,
And threatened with their cruel claws.

The night frigid, the corpses arose;
The beast's ruined eyes
Turned slowly to his loathed crypt,
And hatred was eternal!


"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.