Giving AI a Chance Part III: A Ballad for you!

Greetings, 

I thought I'd keep this AI experiment going. This time, I asked it to turn my award-winning book, The Hope of Inheritance, into a ballad. It took quite a few tries, but I think this one did a pretty good job. I may have to write one of my own, LOL. It has been such a long time since I've written any poetry. Who knows, it could be fun.  Is there something you'd like to see with this experiment? Let me know in the comments, either here on the website or on the social media platform you found this on.

See you in the pages or in AI's algorithm,

M.J.E.

The Hope of Inheritance: A Ballad 

(Verse 1)

When Nero's rage consumed the town,

And shadows crept from crown to crown,

A chilling dread gripped every soul,

As fiery judgments took their toll.

Yet whispered words, a steady plea,

"Fear not, though persecution be!"

(Verse 2)

The faithful faced a choice severe,

To stand and die, or flee in fear.

With trembling hearts, and spirits tried,

They sought a place where truth could hide.

From Rome's dark grasp, they turned away,

To find new hope in a brighter day.

(Verse 3)

Though Lysias' wrath, like thunder roared,

And cruel decrees by him were poured,

Against the Saints, with bitter ire,

He stoked the persecuting fire.

Yet, even as the walls did loom,

They trusted God, dispelling gloom.

(Verse 4)

For Paul and Luke, with steadfast gaze,

Led forth the flock through weary days.

"Though trials come, and paths diverge,"

They preached, "Let God your spirit urge!"

With every step, a silent prayer,

They laid their burdens in God's care.

(Verse 5)

Young Nathaniel, with pen in hand,

Documented journeys, through the land.

Of scattered sheep, and trials deep,

Whose trusting hearts God swore to keep.

Theophilus, with hidden grace,

Showed God's own mercy in that place.

(Verse 6)

No terror's grip, nor threat of sword,

Could break their trust in Christ the Lord.

Though forced to flee, from home and kin,

A deeper peace resided in

The hearts that chose to walk by faith,

And overcome the grip of death.

(Verse 7)

For 'Hope of Inheritance' truly found,

Was not in Rome, but holy ground

Within their souls, a sacred flame,

That echoed God's unchanging name.

They fled the city, scarred and torn,

But to a greater purpose, born.