A Poem by Emily Shade

A rotting tomb made of despair,
Decayed of the eye,
Darkest to hatred of hell's bone,
Or searching of phantoms.

If tomb it have, beyond darkness,
It is that I cannot despoil;
I only crushe, - in storm
Despises 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.)