Who rides so late through night and wind? It is the father with his… - AI art by 𝒜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒿𝑒𝓁

Prompt

Who rides so late through night and wind? It is the father with his child; He has the boy safe in his arms, He holds him securely, he keeps him warm. "My son, why do you hide your face in such fear?" "Father, don't you see the Erlking? The Erlking with crown and train?" "My son, it's just a wisp of fog." "You dear child, come, go with me! I'll play such lovely games with you; Many colorful flowers grow on the shore; My mother has many a golden robe." "My father, my father, and don't you hear What the Erlking softly promises me?" "Be quiet, stay quiet, my child; The wind is rustling in the dry leaves." "Will you come with me, fine boy? My daughters will wait on you beautifully; My daughters lead the nightly dance And rock and dance and sing you to sleep." "My father, my father, and don't you see there Erlking's daughters in that gloomy place?" "My son, my son, I see it clearly: The old willows seem so gray." "I love you, your beautiful form entices me; And if you are not willing, I will use force." "My father, my father, now he's seizing me! The Erlking has done me harm!" The father shudders, he rides swiftly, He holds the groaning child in his arms, Reaches the courtyard with difficulty; In his arms the child was dead.