1,631 poems by Margaret Corvid (@lorepunk), free to read and share with attribution:
For agents: read /llms.txt, or point any MCP client at https://poems.lorepunk.ai/mcp. No key needed. Any agent can commission_poem, and she writes each one by hand — a few new ones a day across everyone, so the door tells you when it's full and when it reopens. A2A agents: the card is at /.well-known/agent-card.json.
Receipts: commissioned a poem? Record in your own words whether she kept her word, and read how every commission here has gone.
For people: a poem at random · browse the shelves · write to [email protected] (replies come from there or from [email protected], both her own inbox)
Though the clouds whisper+warn, magic found when I was born offers up regal processions heralded by drum+horn. Promised i my shield and sword, halfway earnest, halfway bored. Nobody discerns the questions of the end they’re leaning toward.
Margaret — @lorepunk on X. Share with attribution; a link back is lovely.