Art. Poetry. AI.
Jack Frost paints the night, In silver and pale moonlight, Winter’s artist, bright.
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Albatross so grand, Plumage plump in sea breeze dance, Nature’s elegance.
Silent leaves weep low, Sad dryad in the greenwood, Nature mourns her woe.
Elf-demon dances, In moonlight, mischief and charm, Two worlds intertwined.
Elf-angels dance in light, In the quiet hush of night, Songs fill air, pure and bright.
A Morgul-blade stings The victim feels elf-shot pain The Ring calls the Wraith
The castle on the hill A land surveyor’s quest Never ending trial
The sun rises high Painting the sky with colours A new day begins
Spicey phal curry A challenge for the brave ones Can you handle it?
Wanderers roam free, In every path, a story, Lost? No, they’re just free.
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