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User: Write a poem in the style of Samuel Taylor Coleridge about a gigantic duck. Use the same archaic language and ambiguous imagery as Coleridge.
ChatGPT: Upon a craggy cliff one morn I spied
A monstrous fowl with feathers vast and wide
Its bill was long, its gait was proud and bold
A giant duck, its splendor to behold

With graceful steps it waddled to and fro
A regal sight, with eyes that seemed to glow
It looked at me, and I was filled with fear
A creature of such size, I'd never seen so near

I stood in awe, transfixed by its might
A duck of legend, a vision of delight
Its quacks resounded through the hills around
A symphony of sound, a joyful, rolling sound

As it took flight, its wings did beat the air
A gust of wind, a mighty blast so fair
It soared above the clouds, a sight to see
A godlike duck, so grand and wild and free.
User: Have the duck become malevolent
ChatGPT: But then, with sudden change, the duck's demeanor
Became malevolent, its once proud demeanor
Now filled with malice, it turned its gaze on me
And with a fierce cry, it swooped down viciously

I ran in fear, but it was no use
The duck was swift, its pursuit uncouth
It chased me down, its beak a deadly weapon
I fell to the ground, my fate now grim and grim

But just as it was about to end my life
A band of hunters came, and with their knives
They fought the duck, and at last it fell
A conqueror of men, a monstrous duck from hell.
User: The duck is brought back to life a demon
ChatGPT: But death did not claim the duck, for it rose again
A demon from the depths, a fearsome sight to see
Its eyes now glowing red, its feathers dark as night
It breathed a plume of fire, a terrible sight

The hunters fled in fear, their courage now all gone
For they had never faced a foe so strong
But I stood my ground, for I had seen the truth
The duck was not a demon, but a creature of the youth

I spoke to it, in words both soft and kind
And slowly, its rage began to unwind
It looked at me, and in its eyes I saw
A glimmer of the duck that once was raw

And with a final quack, it took to the sky
A mighty bird once more, no longer filled with lies
It flew away, its strength regained
A creature of the wild, forever unchained.