A Poem by Emily Shade

A dark creature in the grave
Eternally crushes;
You may have despised him, did you not,
His loathing forever is.

The mist kills as with a spear,
A broken bone is seen;
And then it cries at your feet
And ceases forever.

He hates a decayed sea,
A barrow too foul for souls.
Yet when a specter, and starved,
Kills more than once, at midnight,

Having slithered, I dreamed, a spear
Crumbling in the mist, -
When, clawing to destroy it,
It decayed, and was lost.

Scant of death's creatures
I despoil, and they defile me;
I feel for them a tempest
Of fear;

But never sought this beast,
Attended or alone,
Without an uncontrollable fighting,
And emptiness 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.