Shadows of the Wild Frontier
Ghosts from the not-so-distant past
Author’s Note — I created this poem with the help of AI.
In the shadowed frontier, where the wild winds wail,
Under a moon that hangs, both ashen and pale,
There lies a domain where the brave dare not tread,
A land of lost whispers, and the countless undead.
Beyond the last homestead, where the hearth fires dim,
The forest grows dense, and the chances grow slim.
The trees stand like sentries, in silence they loom,
Guarding secrets enshrouded in darkness and gloom.
A creek runs through, its water black as the night,
Reflecting no stars, giving off no light.
It murmurs of sorrows, of deep, ancient fears,
Of bloodshed and battles, through countless years.
The air holds a chill that seeps into your bones,
Carrying echoes of agonizing moans.
Spirits of the frontier, restless and wild,
Roam this dark wilderness, each lost and exiled.
In the depths of the night, when the wind is high,
You can hear the faint sounds of a sorrowful cry.
A lone wolf howls, its voice both mournful and clear,
A reminder that death is always near.
The ground is hallowed, yet cursed all the same,
For many have come, seeking fortune or fame.
But those who venture, with hearts full of greed,
Often find more than they need, lost to their deed.
This frontier, vast and untamed, holds a spell,
Drawing souls to its heart, where shadows dwell.
Dare to enter, and you may soon understand,
The frontier claims more than just the land.
So heed this warning, let the tale be told,
Of the frontier, dark, intense, and bold.
Where the line between living and the dead grows thin,
In this place of beauty, terror, and sin.
I used this prompt — Create a poem that is scary and intense…the setting needs to be the frontier.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!
