By Will Hart
I know it’s the wrong time of year, and I should have saved this for October, but I’m having too much fun to not share this now…
Here are my first attempts at using an Artificial Intelligence program, along with my input and editing, to create a Halloween poem and prose poem in the style of H. P. Lovecraft, telling the story of how terrible the fate of pumpkins is to sentient pumpkins.
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The Bitter Pumpkin’s Cry
By Will Hart and H.A.L.
In the twilight of Halloween night,
A profound sorrow stirs from the darkest deep.
An angry Pumpkin longing to take flight,
Born from the depths of nightmare’s keep.
This proud and beleaguered soul,
Cursed by a nameless and unforgiving fear.
Swore its darkest vengeance to be near,
As it would never be able to console.
Riled from its unnatural depths,
It wanted to march upon the realm of men.
Filled with longing to be joined by kin,
It burned from beneath with vengeful breaths.
