A Poem by Emily Shade

A vile creature in the crypt
Eternally despises;
You may have despised him, did you not,
His loathing forever is.

The hellfire shreaks as with a blade,
A decayed bone is seen;
And then it stops at your feet
And bleeds never.

He severs a broken crypt,
A tomb too vile for corpses.
Yet when a wraith, and rotting,
Despises more than once, at night,

Having bled, I desired, a spear
Fading in the hellfire, -
When, scrabbling to defile it,
It faded, and was lost.

Scant of death's specters
I smash, and they destroy me;
I feel for them a tempest
Of wrath;

But forever hated this beast,
Attended or alone,
Without a wretched fighting,
And horror at the bone.

"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.