"We walk among the dead, in fields of sorrow, Where spirits linger, in endless morrow. The night surrounds us, with its dark embrace, And in the shadows, we see death's face.

Despair is our companion, as we tread, Through the valley of the dying and the dead. But in the darkness, there is a flicker of hope, A glimmer of light, that helps us to cope." ---HoT via ChatGPT poetry experiment