GPT
"Horror" imagines a bottomless cavern where the soul is questioned, then turns from stories of beauty into self-condemnation and the strange claim of having known angles.
The poem begins in shock, as if the scale of the void has exceeded anything the speakers had prepared themselves to face. Beauty belongs to an earlier story in which "she" began perfectly, but that ideal is shadowed by the line "No one worse than I." The source word angles, rather than angels, makes the closing witness feel geometric and askew, a partial form of recognition rather than easy consolation.