A poem made in chatgpt

A poem made in chatgpt

In the depths of a midnight so eerie, I sat in pensive, feeble query,
Amongst peculiar tomes of bygone tales and mystic lore—
In moments of near-slumber, as I swayed in thoughts encumbered,
A gentle tapping abruptly stirred me, upon my chamber door.
"'Tis but a visitor," I mumbled, "knocking on my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more."