Prompt: A photorealistic image of a beautiful woman. She has long black hair, super detailed, gorgeous flowing. She has beautiful emerald green eyes, almond shaped. She has a beautiful tan, olive skin tone. Her facial structure is asiatic
Prompt: Buckleupagus
If there is a Headless Horseman,
Of whom we know so well
He’d barely make a cameo
In the tale I have to tell
Every night through traffic lights,
The devil runs his steed
To find those upon the road
Who seatbelts don’t heed
Twas once a horse in Santa Fe
Killed by a reckless driver
Buckles for two, never used
Two fewer the survivors
Tryin’ to find the guilty man
Who ripped his heart in two
Searchin’ faces dead and cold,
And now he’s come for you
So if you wish to live right long,
Strap em good and tight
For the devil rides Buckleupagus
Through traffic every night.
Prompt: Song of the Moon
Sky ships on their courses sail
Above the road of bone and whale
To roam the seas of darkness wide
With bows of velvet neath the tide
Vessels manned by ghost and ghoul
Homeward bound to sacred rule
To Lonely Island gallantly
To Home that calls above the sea
But deep beneath the sacred ground
A tyrant sleeps toward heaven’s soul
And should by fate he chance to wake
Thence the land with ashes take
Then dims the homely beacon
Swept by the tyrant’s sin
It wains as it pulls the tide
The call where all the ghouls abide
But some things will and always be
As the sleeping of the sea
And once the tyrant sleeps again
Then is forgotten to men
The Song of the Moon.
Prompt: Then give me a brake in the water wall
Crack the stars from their halls
Give me a fractured twist in the dark
Flood my Holland with with the falling stars
Epic fantasy romantic ethereal magical painting
Prompt: There is a teenaged girl, handsome, with a brave look on his face. She has hazel eyes and medium length hair, that is a little messy. She looks heroic and cautious, but also happy, comical. He is dressed in fantasy traveler's clothes. Photorealistic, super detailed
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: There lies a glass coffin in the cavern, with cracks running through the glass surface. Fantasy image, super detailed, hyperrealistic, photorealistic. The sides of the coffin are clouded over. There is a coffin in the center of the cavern, a rectangular box laid with intricate designs, made completely of glass. The sides of the coffin are of clear glass, clouded over and moist, cold, cracked, about to shatter. The reflection of the light is clear on the sides. Clear glass
Prompt: The Raven
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing
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: Red Summer
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: Red Summer
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: princess of dreams looks down upon the valley, her long hair flowing out about her. She has soft green eyes with tears in them, streaming down her face. Her hair is long and red, wavy. Movement. She weeps as she leans on the balcony. Pale, perfect complexion. 4k, ultra detailed, high definition, award winning crisp quality, photorealistic, wallpaper, cinematic, climactic, romantic, melancholy.
Prompt: Come all ye fools and vagabonds, rags tattered and spent
For mountains lie beyond the sea, where no man ventures yet
To the Exiled King and Outlaw Lord, to whom justice was fair
Come ye all by ancient roads, where evil haunts the lair
Come to the place where the whisper is heard, neath a summers sky
In the darkness there a light will shine, in the song of Lorrelai
Epic, romantic poem, Lovecraftian horror. 4k ultra detailed, high definition. Award winning masterpiece, HDR.
Prompt: Dark Songs
There’s a place in my mind
Where I seek to find
A fragment of scattered peace
Pitched on waves never to cease
The world filled with a delight
Choking my inner sight
Until I am tired of positivity
The happy chains that bind me
Is there a way for me to seek
Something other than sunshine’s reek?
And so I turn with itching ears
To a land of death and tears
I am relieved as sadness screams
A monarchy to rule my dreams
And resonates inside my soul.
Surely, life takes its tole
But the darkness inside
No longer seeks to hide
I can come to terms with what I am
A silent ode to understand
Ahh, can despair seem more sweet?
I am relieved by my defeat
In a world that I love to see
The path beyond reality.
An itch inside I seek to scratch
All by fire turned to ash
And I can breath at last
My soul bound before the mast
For 300 seconds I am free
From the chains of fantasy.
Prompt: In the aftermath of civilization's collapse, nature defiantly weaves its reclamation tapestry across the desolate remnants of a once-thriving metropolis. Cracked asphalt surrenders to resilient flora, sprouting defiantly through forgotten concrete. Skyscrapers, now skeletal relics, stand as monuments to a bygone era, while vines cascade down the sides, embracing structures in an organic embrace. The city, now a surreal fusion of decay and revival, bears witness to the inexorable resilience of nature against the backdrop of humanity's fleeting dominance. Extremely realistic. Super detailed. Gorgeous scenery.
Prompt: I saw three ships a sailin' in from across the sea
Strangers never were welcome but for curiosity
But come they did and when they did, ready they did stand
And things would never be the same in our village on the sand
When the ships pulled into dock, the villagers did hide
When trouble came, it usually was brought upon the tide
When the pirates disembarked, they were making plans
And from then on, things were not the same in our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one
Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand
He was different than the others in my village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas
But then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy
And when he had to leave again, he asked me for my hand
And I knew I'd never see again, my village on the sand
Prompt: And from then on, things were not the same in our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one
Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand
He was different than the others in my village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na, our village on the sand
He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas
But then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy
And when he had to leave again, he asked me for my hand
And I knew I'd never see again, my village on the sand
Prompt: If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
Ahh, Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Prompt: If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing
Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...
Ahh, Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...
Prompt: The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair in despair
Once had met her true love there and she told him
She would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child yet gentle still
And quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose
Ghost of a rose"
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
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