A Poem by Emily Shade

A vile wail rent the mist,
The souls were starved and hated;
A void, as of a corpse's grave,
Hid land from view.

The corpses screamed on the tombs
And beckoned in the hellfire,
And shook their daggers and gnashed their teeth,
And threatened with their cold claws.

The night strange, the specters arose;
The specter's lost eyes
Turned slowly to his loathed land,
And fear was eternal!

("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.)