Prompt:
In the hush of midnight’s tender embrace,
A figure floats, in dreamscape's quiet grace,
A handsome youth, with form so finely drawn,
Suspended where the dark gives birth to dawn.
His one leg bent, a promise of the flight,
With elegance like starlight laced in night,
Draped in flowing garb that whispers the past,
Of Doré's grandeur, history amassed.
Beneath him lies a bridge, a beige expanse,
Its circular surface invites a trance,
A pathway leading through realms of the unknown,
Where shadows weave and stretch, yet stand alone.
From darkness emerge the Jabberwocky fright,
With toves that slither through the flaring light,
In this surreal theater, nature's dream,
Each creature’s glance, a poetic, haunting theme.
Here Schiele speaks with intimate allure,
Capturing essence, surreal and pure,
While echoes of Monge breathe life into forms,
In every curve, a tale of grace transforms.
The night enfolds him, as soft focus blends,
Modigliani’s touch where simplicity transcends,
Through delicate lines and shadows deftly cast,
An engraving of devil lore, memories amassed.
Oh, exquisite being, on this endless span,
You dance between the realms, a timeless man,
In a world of whispers, dreams take their flight,
Floating there, suspended, in the deep of night.
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