MidJourney adventures (WORDPRESS FU)

First prompt: asking the bot to put two wolf heads on a knight’s shoulders was apparently far too confusing. Still, #1 isn’t too bad overall.

“knight” does not equal “samurai,” and “cloak” does not equal skirt but never mind.
This one, as you can see, is pretty darned good.
WordPress, if I am trying to add an image to the bottom of the page, WHY DO YOU PERSIST IN PUTTING I ON THE TOP? SERIOUSLY SCREW ALL OF YOU
Straight-up descriptive writing actually seems to work best.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GO ON TOP I SPECIFICALLY PUT THIS AT THE BOTTOM. is making me irrationally angry.

the prompt was “throne room,” not “altar of sacrifice to Cthulu,” but this is still pretty impressive overall.

“Add Title” (take 2)

I have broken the bonds of the narrow land
Laid open the book of dreams,
Drawn doorways in the sand, a dark traveling
With high fellowship or dread companion
From the last castle to the end of eternity;
strangers and pilgrims in a strange land,
The stars my destination.

When the world turned upside down,
From the earth's core to a starpilot's grave,
For a breath I tarried a long time until now: 
I saw the doors of his mouth open
the lamps of his eyes shine
A final rose bloom for Ecclesiastes
and no night, ever, without stars.
I will fear no evil, 
not the black god's kiss,
or the red nails' gleam;
Daemon, sidhe-devil, or devil in iron:
For the stars are ours,
and the stars
burn.

What's it like out there,
Down Skagganauk Abyss,
At the birthplace of creation,
At the crossroads of time?
In this moment of the storm,
There is time enough for love,
Soul music sung by no woman born,
The light of other days upon
A many-colored land.
The door into tomorrow opens
A house of many ways;
The eyes of the overworld 
seek patterns in chaos,
Equal rites are observed, 
And no man sayeth call him lord.
Somewhither east of Eden, 
children of the mind 
Play peter-power-armor,
awaiting childhood's end--
All mimsy are the borogoves!

Who goes there, out of the dark
To the light fantastic?
Creatures there are of light and darkness:
When true night falls on the borders of infinity
The dark side of the sun casts slithering shadows
Down the long tomorrow. 
Nightfall. After dark, 
Ancient, my enemy, 
the old gods waken. 
Alas, Babylon! The city and the stars!
Something wicked this way comes.
Beyond the black river, a man rides through,
And only I am escaped to tell thee.

Soldier, ask not, lest darkness fall,
Of unfinished tales or a dry, quiet war.
Take iron counsel of the cold equations;
Ours is the fury--a high crusade-- 
To bring in the steel with our brothers in arms,
Til the mountains of mourning crumble
And a fire is upon the deep,
Til the shards of honor are gathered
The forever war is won,
The guns of Avalon go silent,
And the long patrol come home.
Where the path of the fury takes us
Though foundation and empire crumble,
And the stars asunder wrend,
If the price of the stars 
Be the broken sword;
If the price of the stars
Be the human edge,
By God, we have paid it dear!

Sleeper, awaken! Out of the silent planet
To your scattered bodies go;
Sail beyond the sunset 
in a boat of a million years.
Bid farewell again to the homes of men
and the cool, green hills of earth.
A citizen of the galaxy,
I have space suit and I will travel
Beyond the farthest star.