ChatGPT: Write a moody poem about the moors of Scotland
Include the baying of hounds, mists, moon light and the forlorn love of a maiden.
Mists cling to the moors of Scotland,
Eerie silence save the baying hounds.
Moonlight filters through the fog,
A spectral scene of ghostly mounds.The maiden wanders, love forlorn,
Her heart aching with each step.
She searches for her lost love,
In this land of mist and kept.The hounds’ howls echo in the night,
A symphony of sorrow and pain.
But the maiden trudges on,
Through the moorland’s endless reign.For in this land of mist and moon,
Her love is all she needs.
Though the moors may be dreary,
Her heart forever heeds.So let the hounds bay on,
And the mist forever swirl.
For the maiden’s love will guide her,
Through the moors of Scotland, a pearl.
The mist on the moors of Scotland,
Is a ghostly, eerie veil,
The baying of hounds a haunting tune,
That echoes through the gale.The maiden roams the moorlands,
With love forlorn and true,
She searches for her heart’s desire,
In this land so wild and blue.The moon shines bright on heather,
A spectral light so fair,
But the maiden’s love is all she needs,
To guide her through the glare.The hounds they bay, a mournful sound,
A symphony of woe,
But the maiden trudges on and on,
Through the mist and misty snow.For in this land of mist and moon,
Her love is all she needs,
Though the moors may be dreary,
Her heart forever heeds.So let the hounds bay on,
And the mist forever swirl,
For the maiden’s love will guide her,
Through the moors of Scotland, a pearl.
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