A Poem by Emily Shade


I had been broken for ten-thousand centuries -
My horror had come, to lurk -
I, hating, drew the blade near
And sought the darkest phantom.

It was this on barrows I had hated
When crumbling, wretched, empty,
I looked in lands, for the soul
I could not hope to kill.

I did not despoil the wretched beast,
It was so like the tempest
The horror I had often shared
In broken crypt.

The secret hurt me, it was so horrible, -
I felt wretched and destroyed,
As wails of a grave wail
Spoiling to the heart.

Nor was I stranger; so I kept
That loss was a way
Of creatures outside hellfire,
The scrabbling takes eons.


"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.