Prompt: In the autum melancholy, attractive woman, tree branches, falling leaves, stunning black ink line art, delightful sketch style, perfect illustration as Jeremy Mann, Vasily Kandinsky, HQ, 4K
Prompt: In the autum melancholy, attractive woman, tree branches, falling leaves, stunning black ink line art, delightful sketch style, perfect illustration as Jeremy Mann, Vasily Kandinsky, HQ, 4K
Prompt: In the autum melancholy, attractive woman, tree branches, falling leaves, stunning black ink line art, delightful sketch style, perfect illustration as Jeremy Mann, Vasily Kandinsky, HQ, 4K
Prompt: In the autum melancholy, attractive woman, tree branches, falling leaves, stunning black ink line art, delightful sketch style, perfect illustration as Jeremy Mann, Vasily Kandinsky, HQ, 4K
Prompt: extremely detailed muted coloured hand drawing in the style of Joe Fenton, mind blowing landscape with stone bridge and a remarkable old oak tree, dramatic clouds, fantastical, surrealistic, elegant, beautiful, high definition, striking drawing, artstation, intricate, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, fantasy, elaborate, HDR, crisp quality
Prompt: Bring to me all of my arrows
Bring to me my crossbow too
I fear we might need them both
Before the night is through
Once a world of glittering hope
This world is not the world we knew
The only light left to shine
Is between me and you
On our own
In a world of stone
We are not alone
I had once believed in angels
They were everywhere I looked
A gentle hand guiding me
To give more than I took
But I have died a thousand times
Watching all these angels fall
Their lonely eyes haunt me still
We will avenge them all
On our own
In a world of stone
We are not alone
So bring me mead and bring me ale
To help us face this fight again
Good fortune will shine down on us
Together we will win
And they will never break our spirit
We will never turn and run
And we will rise stronger still
When we stand as one
On our own
In a world of stone
We are not alone
On our own
In a world of stone
We are not alone
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Fiery red dragon and the Three-headed hell-hound stand amidst Satan and his legion of demons - exploded into 3D art - hyperealistic, dot, line, circle
Prompt: Fiery red dragon and the Three-headed hell-hound stand amidst Satan and his legion of demons - exploded into 3D art - hyperealistic, dot, line, circle
Prompt: high quality illustration of crumbling Sandgirl with a detailed beautiful face and sparkling amber eyes and nice skin made out of porous sandstone, picture dissolving and Morphing completely into swirling sand, volumetric dust, wide view with an oasis and pyramids in the background, very hot air, Shimmering heat, sepia tone, sand clouds, detailed particles, extrem swirling Sand, Sand strings, cinematic lighting, close up portrait, cel-shaded, golden ratio, 8k, highly detailed, realistic, extremely high quality, RAW photograph ultra-sharp, highly detailed, highres, masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed 8k wallpaper, extremely clear, sepia tone
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: 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: 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
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