A Poem by Emily Shade

A decayed grave made of loss,
Crumbled of the eye,
Coldest to anger of hell's claw,
Or hating of creatures.

If grave it have, beyond mists,
It is that I cannot despoil;
I only defile, - in storm
Severs me eternal that way.

"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.