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The Picture Of Dorian Gray
Prologue:
Would you sell your soul for beauty & immortality?
Give up your morality, for some carnality or brutality?
Why not if you’re going to never age, scar or die, right?
Do you think Master Gray would have gone through with it had he the foresight?
Story:
Master Dorian Gray sold his soul to a painting for eternal youth
Could not look at his picture which revealed the truth
Enjoyed all of life’s pleasures, sex, smoke & all kinds of fine liquor
These made his picture age terribly & grow grotesque much quicker
Once a sweet boy who was full of wonder and awe of the world around him
Now a cynical, snob whose view on the world is tainted, twisted & grim
Going after his friends wives & daughters bring to their household shame
But sex is how many notches you can accumulate, its basically just a game
In his mind anyway, or so he has been told by a bad influence in friend Lord Henry Wotton
Whose intentions was right down rotten
To live vicariously through young Master Gray
When Dorian started courting his daughter suddenly he didn’t care for his protégé
He decided to uncover Dorian Grays secrets to go on the attack
He ransacked the attic, when he found the picture, he was taken aback
Shocked and disgusted by the rotted, maggot infested, decayed sight
Dorian came up behind him, they got into a fight
A fire broke out; both ran for the door and gave chase
But Master Gray got trapped in the attic & had no choice but to come face to face
With what he feared most his picture, his painting, his true reflection
When he did, the sight was more horrid than you can imagine, he lost his perfection
The painting was restored to its original, beautiful, perfect state
It is unknown of Master Dorian Gray’s fate.
Conclusion:
You can’t run from the truth
You must pay for eternal youth
Your soul, the ultimate sacrifice
Are you willing to pay that price?
(This is based on the novel The Picture of Dorian Gray its an 1890 philosophical fiction and Gothic horror novel by Irish author Oscar Wilde).
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Final polish
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Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem takes on an ambitious task: compressing a full novel into a framed narrative with prologue, story, and conclusion. That three-part structure is one of its clearest strengths. The prologue's opening question, "Would you sell your soul for beauty & immortality?", establishes a moral inquiry that the conclusion then returns to and closes with "Are you willing to pay that price?" This framing device gives the piece a satisfying architecture, and the repeated address to the reader lends it the quality of a cautionary tale or fable, which suits the Gothic source material well.
The conclusion is the most controlled passage in the poem. Its short lines and tight rhymes ("truth" / "youth," "sacrifice" / "price") create a proverb-like compression that lands with more force than the longer narrative section. There is a lesson here about where the poem's rhythmic instincts are strongest: brevity concentrates the moral weight, whereas the longer lines tend to diffuse it.
The narrative section is where the craft most needs attention. The rhyming couplets carry a great deal of plot, and to keep the rhymes the lines stretch to uneven lengths, so the meter lurches from line to line. The couplet "In his mind anyway, or so he has been told by a bad influence in friend Lord Henry Wotton / Whose intentions was right down rotten" shows the strain: the first line is overloaded with exposition to reach the rhyme word, while the second is abrupt by comparison. One approach would be to fix a rough syllable or beat count per line and revise toward it, cutting explanatory phrases such as "in his mind anyway, or so he has been told" so the rhyme carries the sense rather than trailing behind it.
There is also room to trust imagery over summary. The strongest concrete moment is "the rotted, maggot infested, decayed sight," which shows rather than tells. By contrast, lines like "Enjoyed all of life's pleasures, sex, smoke & all kinds of fine liquor" catalogue rather than render. Choosing one vivid detail over a list would give the speaker's disgust and the painting's corruption more sensory presence.
A small point of consistency: the poem departs from the novel in having Lord Henry ransack the attic and discover the portrait, an invention not in Wilde. That is a legitimate creative choice, but since the closing note frames the piece as "based on the novel," it may be worth deciding whether the retelling means to be faithful or to reimagine, as the two aims pull the narrative in different directions.
The clearest next step would be to bring the narrative section closer to the disciplined compression already achieved in the conclusion, and to let a few sharp images do the work that summary currently does.
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