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The Artifacts of the Black Rain

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Stood there leaning to the city moon Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world He cried for night But the night could not come So, swept in the shroud Of misanthropy he went away And fed the empty galleries With the artifacts of the black rain Sunken into the shadows With a dry, sardonic smile Stood there carving on the monument of lies Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs He disappears into her cold and icy womb
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape