https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17237536/no-moon-over-alagadda#post-7184788 reply to reader comment "I'm sorry but this has a distinctly AI-generated feeling to it."

I'm sorry to hear that, i did work on it myself though, is there anything in particular that makes you feel that way? I know it's quite basic and not entirely consistent everywhere since i'm a beginner, I'll try my best to polish it up to standard.

https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17237536/no-moon-over-alagadda#post-7184787 reply to comment "Author, is there a reason the rhyme scheme and meter of the stanzas change multiple times?"

To be honest i'm an amateur when it comes to poetry, i tried my best to keep a consistent rhytm, maybe more so than rhyme scheme so that's why it's not entirely consistent and the rhymes are looser in some places than other. Thanks for the feedback, I will be doing my best in the coming days to polish it to the best of my abitlity.

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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] Far away, a kingdom lies, Cursed beneath its Ruler's blight, Born of a mad god's design, Endless dusk replaces night. Blackened halls where echoes tread, White masks hide the souls long fled. Crimson stains the banquet spread, Golden eyes still watch the dead. None had seen the vow he made, In Adytum’s shadowed trade. So they pulled the cord in shame, Blind to whence the curse soon came. Three days swayed the rope-bound throne, To their mirth, eternal woes. From his grave the King arose, The crows laughed a mocking tone. Soon the crowd will be served pain, All their prayers are in vain. Curtains fall, Death's wicked game, Stage lights shatter thrice in play. Shape of rags and rusted chains, Haunts the court where silence reigns. Every step draws heavy air, For the people - lack of care. His Pestilence closer soon, Covers the crown in his gloom. Alagadda is in doom, Nowhere near is seen the moon. Playthings rot and songs decay, All the youth are swept away. With the fool who has no say, Comes a whole forlorn array. Dark veil torn, the mask is gone, An abyss to gaze upon, His form is a god shaped hole, No light, truth, nothing at all. Long dead stars ignite the night, All trace of a bygone might, Cut short in a blink so bright, His crown and his noose pulled tight.

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Far away, a kingdom lies,
Cursed beneath its Ruler's blight,
Born of a mad god's design,
Endless dusk replaces night.

Soon the crowd will be served pain,
All their prayers are in vain.
Curtains fall, Death's wicked game,
Stage lights shatter thrice in play.

Dark veil torn, the mask is gone,
An abyss to gaze upon,
His form is a god shaped hole,
No light, truth, nothing at all.

Long dead stars ignite the night,
All trace of a bygone might,
Cut short in a blink so bright,
His crown and his noose pulled tight.

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