Clemment Johnson

Joined July 2020

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The River Mumma's Bridge. AI-Generated.
The Flat Bridge stretches, a stoic stone spine, Across the Rio Cobre, where shadows entwine. A road to paradise, some may say, But whispers of a dark secret linger by day.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
Down at the Infernal Arms. AI-Generated.
The flickering gaslight cast an eerie hue, On two unlikely chums, a devil and a dude. Not just any dude, mind you, a fellow draped in black,
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
The Price of Passage. AI-Generated.
Beneath the hull, a voice like scraping shells, Offered a bargain, a whisper that compels. Salt-slicked hair, eyes like pools in the dark, The mermaid’s promise, a phosphorescent spark.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
The Wailing Banshee of Lamentation Ridge. AI-Generated.
In Lamentation Ridge, where shadows twist and moan, A banshee's wail, a sorrow's icy bone. Through mist-clad moors, her keening cry takes flight, A harbinger of death, beneath the dying light.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
Unseen Melody. AI-Generated.
In shadows of the ruins, where beauty turned to blight, A sculpted maiden wandered, with tresses wreathed in night. Medusa, scorned by gods, with serpents for her crown, Knew only fear and silence, a terror draped in gown.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
Pub Tales of the Damned. AI-Generated.
In a crypt, beneath a cobbled street, a flickering gaslight's yellow glow, The Reaper grim and Imp in heat, downing pints of spectral grog.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets
Where the crows gather. AI-Generated.
Beneath a sky bruised purple by the dying sun, they gather, a tide of inky wings unfurled. No caws announce them, only silence spun from watchful eyes that pierce the fading world.
By Clemment Johnson2 years ago in Poets