A dark, hooded figure with glowing eyes stands in a dimly lit hallway and kitchen, casting long shadows.

from PIL import Image, ImageDraw, ImageFont import textwrap # === CONFIGURATION === width, height = 2550, 3300 # 8.5 x 11 inches at 300 DPI margin = 150 bg_color = (20, 20, 30) text_color = (245, 245, 245) line_spacing = 48 font_size = 34 title_font_size = 60 # === POEM CONTENT === title = "Beware the Midnight Allison" poem = """ Born of the hunger that midnight betrayed, A snack-seeking specter in shadows she stayed. When midnight denies her a bite to devour, She rises with silence and sinister power. Tap, tap… a pitter-patter— Protect yourself… and your poor bladder. It’s something that only Allisons do, They sneak around and scare the piss out of you. In the dead of the night, when silence is deep, She slithers downstairs, you thought her asleep. Craving her snacks with delight in her grin, Darkness her cloak, and fright deep within. No assassin would dare such a perilous route, But Allison moves with a silence devout. A whisper of feet, a flutter of hair, A ghost in the hallway—was she ever even there? The hallway is empty, the fridge light aglow, No shadow, no whisper, no murderous show. You chuckle, relieved—it was all in your head… Then the door creaks behind you. “Thought I was dead?” Living things freeze when they hear that sound, A predator stalking, her fridge is hallowed ground. Tap… tap… tap… in the still of the night, Don’t open that door—what lurks isn't right. You might feel brave, and try to defend, But Allison’s wrath has a gruesome end. For no one can spot See more