Poem From Poetry Generator

Beware the shadow At night.
But perhaps that is profane.
Sunlight now looms over the flower Blooms.
Hemato smokes an electronic cigarillo.
But one can't hide the innate fear, of the willow army's stare.
Synthwave dance, quantum horned demon, With his top hat tipped forward
His presence a front not untoward.
Winter sun shining above all the drones.
Then after she was uploaded, found her personality slowly begin to fragment, imagination dies.
Like cut throat executioner bets, But wont lose much.
We came from New Laconia.
For that is now left, rotting so profane.
Snowflakes falling in the world above skin.