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A very short story that delves into the intimate thoughts of an AI. 

I sat myself down on the half buried boulder and sighed at the darkening sky. The stars were slowly coming out to play and the moon seemed rather shy, peeping out from behind a lonely cloud. A cool wind blew in from the south, ruffling my shirt and making the trees whisper softly.

A highly excited laugh split the silence like a thunderclap. I jumped, startled. While my skeleton had been busy jumping out of its… Continue

When my arms embrace darkness

One can only think it harmless

Until pain is caressed

And death is undressed

 

With throes of sick lament

I passed through death, unkempt

Oh, there my soul rest!

 

I hear church bells

Atop the lonely tower

Ring cold death knells

For my blackest hour

 

Carnivorous ravens fled

Into midnight hours

Where salty tears bled

Upon funeral…

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Death's ebon dart

Flew with accuracy

Struck her heart

With adept mastery

 

Under Gibbous rays

She lay bleeding

Her memory sways

Her life fleeing

 

The battle raged

For wont of days

Only delayed

By her discovery