Death Ideogram prompts

3 months ago

Ultra-high resolution 16K render of the word "DEATH" in huge gothic typography, each letter forged from ornate wrought iron and aged stone, infused with dark gothic woman face with gothic makeup — skulls hidden in flourishes, thorned vines wrapping the serifs, and alchemical symbols subtly carved into the strokes. Letters appear weathered and ancient, illuminated by dim candlelight with deep shadows, surrounded by faint mist and gothic cathedral arches fading into the background. Hyper-detailed, photorealistic texture, cinematic contrast, atmospheric depth, baroque ornamentation, ominous yet elegant composition, sharp focus, ultra-detailed engraving, 8K–16K clarity.

8 months ago

fake happy,death,creepy birds,,mind is a prison, ‘death’ typography bold characters on top,weirdcore dada surreal, lofi photography, minimal, artistic, professional

2 months ago

Cover design of magazine “gothic towers”,film photography, Portrait of An scandanivian female model, fingers delicately touching her collarbones,Short, purple hair adorned with a skull petal headband,Deep red leather kimono, bronze cross earring,pessimist mood, radiating bar aura,Eyes wide opened, a sinister smile, radiating death,Nikon Z 9 Dslr shot spotlight through a castle window, casting soft shadows,dimlight,Home setting, in an creepy bathroom

6 months ago

a poster of mesmerizing labyrinth starting with a very beatiful model and having elements of towering hedges, ornate gates, and hidden riddles in gothic architecture to solve,typography ‘Road End’ is in flag form in hands of angel of death silhouette.

9 months ago

You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan