A Poem by Emily Shade

A decayed grave made of loss,
Faded of the eye,
Strangest to fear of the grave's fang,
Or dreaming of specters.

If tomb it have, beyond void,
It is that I cannot crush;
I only kill, - in wind
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.)