Joven declamando poesia epica Prompts

joven declamando poesia epica

A passionate poet, writing verses filled with emotions, in the style of Gustatory-Auditory Synesthesia, expressive and intense color scheme, with fluorescent lighting, rendered to the readers, clean and gradient colors background::2 --ar 1:1 --niji 5

Prometheus, I am gazing on thee now! With the cold breath of fear upon my brow, Not without mist of dimming tears, While to my sight thy giant stature rears Its bulk forpined upon these savage rocks In shameful bonds the linked adamant locks. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scenario.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

Eternity Among mortals he was God, among Gods supreme! his words bent time, reality one wish away. Many nights he stayed blinded from the light of day. Mortals walk his earth burdened with the lack of joy. Pain, sorrow and war all his toys of choice, still the time is here this burden he no longer can bear. Down from divine heights to renounce his mighty rights. Spit the water drunk from fountains of youth to finally tear off the wings of divine truth.

A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

Midnight Sun In early June light never fades as I travel the long roads of childhood once more and his memory came to me. On a night like this not long ago a boy walked these grassy fields as I do now in search of forever. His brown hair grasped the fingers of the wind while playful eyes sought, across fields of green, the horizon where forever lived. Scents of summer caressed his senses, formed memories never to be taken for granted and his heart skipped a beat. Seeing nothing but beauty he did not know sadness as I do. Across fields up onto a tree crowned hill I walk to stand where my dreams were born for the first time. Now when the high hill he conquered forever spread in front of him, glittering blue green like a liquid dream in the midnight sun. Not knowing words for beauty like this he smiled, knowing it was enough. My first love lived where I now stand on this hill until the boy became a man, never seeing the midnight sun again I could not smile. So now I stand here looking for what I never wanted to forget, the smile of a child for the sake of beauty itself from a time not long ago. The years full of knowledge gave me much but forever never changed, blue green as ever, as my heart skips a beat tears fall across lips shaped of joy.

Prometheus, I am gazing on thee now! With the cold breath of fear upon my brow, Not without mist of dimming tears, While to my sight thy giant stature rears Its bulk forpined upon these savage rocks In shameful bonds the linked adamant locks. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scenario.

And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, 5 Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle, Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night; For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain. Epic cinematic dramatic scene

The bhajans of Mirabai dancing before the Giridhara, silence is rarely peace, all space is free and ours to claim even unto death, repeat the tedious until it begins to consume. And I read ælməˌdʒɛst, one phonon at a time. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Surreal. By Joao Ruas.

Prometheus, I am gazing on thee now! With the cold breath of fear upon my brow, Not without mist of dimming tears, While to my sight thy giant stature rears Its bulk forpined upon these savage rocks In shameful bonds the linked adamant locks. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scenario.

I hear white Beauty sighing, too, for hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, deep under deep, throne over throne, where in half sleep their swords upon their iron knees brood her sad lonely Knights. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

A portrait of a forsaken universal ethereal warrior star being, in action pose, rugged attractive, with long red messy hair, futuristic body suit, planets in background, in focus, vivid ultra high resolution, finely detailed, digital art, 4k resolution

hearing the desolation in the heart of songs, I am Tantalus preoccupied by endings, half asleep. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7) . Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9)

: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

ethereal fantasy concept art of young dark warrior boy with a sword , dark fantasy theme, moody , gloomy, dramatic , . magnificent, celestial, ethereal, painterly, epic, majestic, magical, fantasy art, cover art, dreamy