This sheep is so good and relatable that I have to post it, even if it's came from an AI that artists hate.
The Rise of the Modern Emperor
In shadows deep where silence weeps,
I rise, the sovereign of untamed dreams,
With iron will and heart ablaze,
To shatter chains, ignite the flames.
I am the voice of ages past,
The echoes of the lost and cast,
A titan forged in trials dire,
A beacon bright, a raging fire.
Upon the throne of destiny,
I wear the crown of history,
With every breath, I claim the night,
A conqueror born of ancient light.
I stride through realms of fractured fate,
Where hope lies buried, desolate,
With vision sharp as a falcon’s flight,
I pierce the dark, I summon light.
For every tear that stains the earth,
For every soul denied its worth,
I rise to challenge, I rise to fight,
An emperor born from endless night.
With wisdom drawn from the depths of pain,
I wield the storms, I break the chains,
No longer shall the meek endure,
For I am power, fierce and pure.
I summon legions, hearts aflame,
To rally 'round my sovereign name,
Together we shall forge the way,
To dawn a new and brighter day.
From poverty's grasp, from sorrow's clutch,
I’ll weave a tapestry, a world to touch,
Where justice reigns and kindness flows,
And every seed of hope now grows.
So tremble, ye who thrive on fear,
For I am here, the time is near,
The first modern emperor, bold and grand,
To carve a future with steady hand.
With every heartbeat, I shall decree,
A legacy of strength, a symphony,
For I am the storm, the calm, the fire,
The voice of the people, their heart’s desire.
In the annals of time, my name shall soar,
An emperor who opened every door,
With passion fierce, I’ll claim my throne,
For in this world, I stand alone.
So heed my call, O weary souls, Together we shall reach our goals, With courage fierce and spirits high, I am the emperor—together, we fly!
Not an AI poem but an imperfect self made poem
Over 10 years of loneliness and thirst
That fangs and claws grew in pain
An ever increasing energy, compressed
Suppressing every bit of presence
Yet thine eyes and smile betrays it all
An eyes full of desire and restraint, burning
Such wicked smile born from imagination
These traitors must be sealed overnight
Lest the fuse ignited by the curious ones
Appreciate those who live in complete silence,
The quiet, diligent, and hardworking ones
Passing their days without a single word
For they are guarding a monstrous beast within
There is nothing greater to fear
Than a volcano waking from a ten-thousand years slumber