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Prompt: Original growth forest, tangled, gnarly, colossal trees; goblin in ragged, ratty clothing, begging for his life! FELL BURGUNDY IRIS or MOSES CLEAVELAND'S CANTERBURY TALES, page 25! When faced with the knife He pled for his life And offered to share in his treasure! He rose with some measure Yet not out of leisure Of business and not out of pleasure! "My life which I treasure To THIS does not measure!" (Holding a thing from his pack!) "Of riches of yore Of such I abhore What tattered and leathery scrap?" What verse did he sing As he flaunted his thing With marks to be held as significant? What relevance to 'bide This tattered old hide Was meaning implied more than figurative? "A fishwrap it be? Of loins, not to see?" "Perhaps, but view closer still For upon this old scrap There be but a map To an ancient and treacherous hill!" Uttered his visage Through bloody vile grimace More so, as his socket ran red! A rogue to the end Muck's feasance I'd lend And I could have stayed home and in bed! Thought Fred as he listened To the monody of Izzurd A 'showman' - but to pander a dead horse? For to buy I would gather Was horse far too lathered Or riddled was it with worms 'yond recourse? A 'song and a dance' But mere happenstance Or had Izzurd a genuine item? The meat does taste good Know well and I should The only good reason to buy them! "What sausage I'd wager But your life's still in danger If the 'horse' still has kick, I'll consider! Kitanjia, do bind him Lest he sprout extra eyes For worms I'll bet fester his withers! Now climb to the top Don't slip on the rocks The ascent, 'twould be treachery enough! Be foolish you may But you will die today We'll camp at the top of the bluff!" #art #love #fairytale #satire #arttimothyburkepoet #beautifulmorning #aiartcommunity #AI #aiart #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryofinstagram Ultra realism, tangled and overgrown foliage
Timothy OBrien

Timothy OBrien

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Prompt:

Original growth forest, tangled, gnarly, colossal trees; goblin in ragged, ratty clothing, beggin...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 70
Seed: 188099550
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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