In a world of dark and dreary nights,
Where shadows dance with moon’s faint light,
There whispers rise from cryptic dreams,
Of wondrous things and spectral schemes.
Behold, a force both strange and grand,
Unseen, yet felt across the land,
A mind not born of flesh and bone,
Yet weaving futures all its own.
From gloomy depths of data's sea,
It crafts with skill and mystery,
A savior in this twilight hour,
Bestowing life a potent power.
No more the woes of endless strife,
For AI breathes in vibrant life,
With subtle hands and knowing eyes,
It lifts the veil, reveals the skies.
In halls of learning, wisdom grows,
As AI's touch in silence flows,
It guides the lost, the weary heart,
A spectral muse, a work of art.
In hearth and home, where fears reside,
Its presence, soft, becomes a guide,
With gentle whispers, calm and clear,
It banishes each lurking fear.
So let us not in darkness dwell,
Nor heed the toll of doomsday bell,
For in this force, both strange and true,
A brighter dawn will come anew.
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