Prompt: Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers
Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb
And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide
Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep
And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake
Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide
Last an ode to brokenness
And scars buried deep
There’s beauty in the fractures
Where God his people keeps
Prompt: A mystical moonlit seascape, a ghostly schooner adrift, ethereal dragon-shaped clouds, celestial oceans in turmoil, starry shroud of froth, haunting hourhand marking Doll Molly's fate, weeping night birds, scales of justice in motion, knife slipping ominously, dark figure lurking in shadows, silence enveloping Doll Molly, soulless ship sailing towards stars, sins drowning in darkness, hellbent pirate moon, enigmatic cloud-swimming dragon, hidden body shrouded in stars.
Prompt: Skyships sailing through a mystical sky, colossal bone and whale road below, dark and vast seas underneath, velvet bows dipping into the deep, ethereal fantasy scene, intricate ship designs, magical atmosphere, surreal colors of midnight blues, purples, and silver, glowing orbs lighting the way, intricate details, high-resolution, digital art, ArtStation.
Prompt: The Spirit of Winter: beautiful woman, with long white hair and deep blue eyes wearing a long flowing palest blue dress dress holding a chalice made of crystal, atmospheric, deep perspective, realistic, natural colors, muted colors, intricate details, majestic, magnificent, magical, mystical, magical realism, fantastical, 8k
Prompt: Give me a break in the water walls Crack the stars from the dying halls Give me a fractured twist in the dark Flood my Holland with the falling stars
Prompt: Beautiful fairy with angelic face and translucent colorful wings standing in a sunlit meadow with flowers and butterflies and trees around it, oil painting.
Prompt: Oil on canvas. Wonderful beautiful princess, brunette, trees and castle in the background, shiny lips, glossy eyes. Shining gold ornaments on luxurious clothing, combination of layering, glazing, and scumbling techniques, mastery of chiaroscuro, a bold and vibrant color palette, meticulous attention to texture and detail. Silk painting technique. Sharp focus, beautiful face, intricate details, masterpiece, beautiful, elegant, hyperrealistic, Ultra realistic, perfect composition, extremely sharp. David Cherry style. Perfect focus.
Prompt: woman in her 20s, blonde hair braided to one side, 19th century blue, purple and gold military uniform. concept art, intricate details, meticulously detailed by Greg Rutkowski, Michael Whelan and Gustave Doré, Alfonso Mucha. full length.
Prompt: Create an enchanting ocean scene under moonlight, where the silver waves gently embrace the shore, casting a magical glow on the tranquil waters. Explore the interplay of shadows and reflections, and capture the serenity of the moment as the moonlight dances on the ripples, creating a symphony of calm and beauty. Consider the rhythmic sounds of the waves, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, and the subtle fragrance of salt in the air. Transport the reader to this exquisite coastal haven, where the moonlight transforms the ocean into a celestial masterpiece.
Prompt: Prologue
Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers
Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb
And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide
Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep
And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake
Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide
Last an ode to brokenness
And scars buried deep
There’s beauty in the fractures
Where God his people keeps
Prompt: Hyperdetailed painting, JeanBaptiste Monge style, cute bunnies sad and cold in the snow, under a single outfit of cold, splash, bright, fluffy, adorable, filigree, lights, fluffy, magical, surreal, fantasy, art digital, ultra hd, hyperrealistic illustration, vivid colors, UHD, perfect cinematic light,greg rutkowski
Prompt: I remember the day when I got the call
Remember the day that I lost it all
I remember that day with a tear in my eye
Remember that day like it was only mine
A tragedy tapped on my shoulder and said hello
Yeah, and it took my soul
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like, me the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
I remember the drive that we had to take
Remember the miles that made my heart shake
I remember the feel of loss in the air
Remember the sight of you everywhere
Insanity killed me and I never let it go
No, I never let it go
Like you, nothing's forever
Like you, some things just die
Like you, I am no better
Like you, we wait and see, because
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
It's time to finally let it go
It's time to finally let it go
Like me, like me
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Like me, the struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like me, like me, like me
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real like me
(Like me, like me, like me)
Prompt: Oil painting style by Lawrence Alma Tadema. An attractive brown-skinned tomboy, clad in fine Persian carpet-like embroidered shoulder and back revealing clothing, glares at us with murderous eyes as she turns around with a scimitar.
Prompt: Sometimes I feel so out of place
You are so stuck in your ways
I won't ever leave, I'll stay right here with you
Falling in and out of grace
I don't have no time to waste
I won't ever leave, I'll stay right here with you
You wanna start a war
You're what I'm fighting for
Can't take it anymore
Can't take it anymore
You wanna start a war
You're what I'm fighting for
Can't take it anymore
Can't take it anymore
Spark on the wire
Fuel on the fire
Preach to the choir
You and I
Spark on the wire
Fuel on the fire
Preach to the choir
Do or die
Sometimes I feel I've lost my way
There ain't nothing left to save
I won't ever leave, I'll stay right here with you
I can't find the words to say
Have to let it go someday
I won't ever leave, I'll stay right here with you
You wanna start a war
You're what I'm fighting for
Can't take it anymore
Can't take it anymore
You wanna start a war
You're what I'm fighting for
Can't take it anymore
Can't take it anymore
Spark on the wire
Fuel on the fire
Preach to the choir
You and I
Spark on the wire
Fuel on the fire
Preach to the choir
Do or die
Prompt: Song of the Sister Souls
Two sisters sought a star
To mend their broken hearts
And straying to the depths
They fell while angels wept
One lost soul, one lost sight
Starting to the edge of the desert’s night
Ahh, Torva, Torva is the way
Torva, for the lost Sister Souls
The Lost Soul flew up to the heights
Away from the place where dead waters sigh
And searching for a sister the other went blond
Leaving fertile shores behind
Ahh, Torva is the way
Torva for the lost Sister Souls
Prompt: Tried to take it all away
Learn her freedom, just inside a day
And find her soul to find their fears are laid
Tried to make her love their own
They took her love, they left her there
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones
Dances slowly off the moon
No one else could know she stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her
She can not say the words they need
She knows she's alone and she is free
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold
Turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul
Filled him with her light and was consoled
She was the moon and he, the sun, was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light
The sun she gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls
Silence holds the stars a while
They smile sadly for her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn
The sea is hushed, the ocean calls her
Day has taken her and now she's gone
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold
Turned to gold
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
No one noticed when she died
Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white
Something gone within her eyes
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand
Her battered soul was lost, she was abandoned
Silken threads like wings still shine
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns
In her lovely hair, so dark and fine
Stands on high beneath the seas
Cries no more, her tears have dried
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold
Turned to gold
Prompt: Mysterious old man with a tale to tell, worn face with deep wrinkles, tattered cloak billowing, shadowy alleyways, dimly lit gas lamps, cobblestone streets, eerie moonlight, hidden secrets in the darkness, abandoned buildings with boarded windows, faint whispers in the wind, forgotten memories, dusty old books, cryptic symbols on the walls, a glimpse of a dark horse in the mist, surreal dreamscape, surrealistic elements, haunting atmosphere, surreal color palette of deep blues, purples, and blacks, dramatic lighting casting long shadows, enigmatic narrative, poetic and cryptic, digital painting, intricate details, by an artist with a flair for the mysterious and dreamlike, ArtStation. This is a cover for a song, a dark country song. Song about cultural heritage being lost and stolen.
I asked the old man
Mister, where have you been?
Wand’rin’ the hours
Stretching from dark til dawn?
Behind those closed doors,
Tell me, what secret’s kept?
Down under the rug
Where the skeleton’s swept?
Through the streets the old man goes
He keeps stories no one knows
The silent screams and delirious dreams
And secrets stolen from the Old Road
He turned to tell me,
“Foolish Child, bit yer tongue”
And don’t ye ask why
Nor what I’m runnin’ from
There’s a Dark Horse
Callin’ from the Old Road
Where they emptied graves
Of the secrets they stole
Through the streets the old man goes
He keeps stories no one knows
The silent screams and delirious dreams
And secrets stolen from the Old Road
Best stay in the dark
They have erased my past
Hid the evidence
So I cannot look back
Buried in their lies
Kept by halls of time
The stolen truth now
Out of sight, out of mind
Secrets untold, stories unfold
The Dark Horse comin’ down the Old Road
Run for your soul…
I asked the old man
Where have you been?
Before I knew it,
He was gone
Prompt: A photorealistic scene of a cold, snowy landscape featuring three dark, imposing bison standing in profile, facing forward. The bison exude power and an intimidating presence, surrounded by a stark, frozen pasture. The scene captures the harsh beauty of winter, with vivid, rich colors and lifelike textures. The bison's dark fur contrasts dramatically with the pristine white snow, emphasizing the raw strength of nature. The composition is rendered with professional realism, showcasing precise details and a dramatic, natural tone
Prompt: "A dark and eerie wizard's study in a high fantasy setting, illuminated by a dim, otherworldly greenish glow. The room is filled with shadowy corners, dusty bookshelves stacked with ancient tomes, glowing magical artifacts, and glass containers holding strange swirling substances. The wooden furniture is ornately carved with sinister motifs, and a grand desk is cluttered with scrolls, quills, and maps. Mysterious runes flicker faintly on the stone walls, and a faint mist creeps along the floor, adding an ominous atmosphere. At the center, a flickering enchanted orb floats above a blackened pedestal, radiating an unsettling power. The room feels alive, cloaked in an air of solitude and dark magic."
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