A Poem by Emily Shade


I had been ruined for ten-thousand millenia -
My horror had come, to lurk -
I, searching, drew the sword near
And hated the most cruel specter.

It was this on barrows I had hated
When crumbling, evil, broken,
I looked in crypts, for the specter
I could not hope to despoil.

I did not defile the broken specter,
It was so like the tempest
The horror I had often shared
In gargantuan barrow.

The glyph hurt me, it was so strange, -
I felt evil and broken,
As shrieks of a grave wind
Clawing to the heart.

Nor was I more foul; so I searched
That emptiness was a way
Of beasts outside mists,
The grasping 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.