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    Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star Sat gray-hair'd Saturn quiet as a stone Still as the silence round about his lair Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud No stir of air was there Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest A stream went voiceless by still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. bleak, dark art, dim light somber, dramatic, high quality, detailed
    It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece
    The lovecraftian depiction of the unimaginable inevitable endless cosmic horror coming from the deadly void of space in the form of the giant irritating ethereal indescribable ancient non-euclidean monolith, high quality, detailed, intricate details, masterpiece, bleak, classic art, oil painting, by thomas moran, by zdzislaw beksinski
    One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr
    Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece
    the most horrifying image ever made, cosmic entity, by m.c.escher
    This passion lifted him upon his feet, And made his hands to struggle in the air, His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat, His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease. He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep; A little time, and then again he snatch'd Utterance thus. - "But cannot I create? Cannot I form? Cannot I fashion forth Another world, another universe, To overbear and crumble this to nought? Where is another chaos? Where?", by M.C.Escher
    sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, painting, paris art, 1girl, scenery, by montserrat gudiol, catalonian art, art modern
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic
    Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star Sat gray-hair'd Saturn quiet as a stone Still as the silence round about his lair Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud No stir of air was there Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest A stream went voiceless by still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. bleak, dark art, dim light somber, dramatic, high quality, detailed
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    old man near the lighthouse, sentimental, 1boy, by montserrat gudiol, catalonian art, art modern
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe
    The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art
    Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece
    fallen angel, lost paradise, grief, somber, monochrome, looking at viewer, 1girl, by montserrat gudiol, catalonian art, art modern
    It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece
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