A Poem by Emily Shade


I had been lost for ten-thousand eternities -
My horror had come, to cease -
I, searching, drew the sword near
And searched the most cruel specter.

It was this on barrows I had despised
When fading, uncontrollable, gone,
I looked in wastelands, for the wraith
I could not hope to crush.

I did not crush the bloody specter,
It was so like the storm
The loss I had often shared
In gargantuan tomb.

The glyph hurt me, it was so frigid, -
I felt evil and destroyed,
As wails of a grave wind
Shreaking to the soul.

Nor was I more cruel; so I demanded
That despair was a way
Of creatures outside hellfire,
The scrabbling takes millenia.


"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.