"Shadows' Symphony: An Elegy of Paralytic Agents"

I asked ChatGPT to write me a poem comparing the strengths and weaknesses of rocuronium, suxamethonium and atracurium, all in the style of Edgar Allen Poe.

I then asked it to give the poem a catchy title.

Why?

Why not.

Enjoy.

In gloom's embrace, I ponder three agents drear,
Rocuronium, atracurium, suxamethonium, they appear.
Each, with a distinct mechanism they abide,
In shadows cast, their strengths and weaknesses hide.

Rocuronium, the first, a paralyzing spell,
With forceful grip, it bids the muscles dwell.
Its bonds to receptors, unyielding and tight,
A fortress of stillness, in its somber might.

Atracurium, a fleeting phantom, it resides,
Metabolized by plasma's enzymes, it hides.
Its potency fades, a temporary respite,
A dance of paralysis, then fades from sight.

Suxamethonium, a temptress bold and fierce,
With rapid onset, it quells motion's fierce.
But alas, a fleeting embrace it bestows,
Metabolized by plasma's cholinesterase, it goes.

Rocuronium, enduring, its duration's reign,
A shield for surgeons, unwavering and plain.
Yet side effects, the darkness they reveal,
Histamine release, a dreaded ordeal.

Atracurium, a promise of swift release,
But histamine's wrath may unleash its crease.
Anaphylaxis lurking, a perilous plight,
Unveiling shadows in its wake's grim light.

Suxamethonium, a double-edged blade it bears,
In rapid action, its danger ensnares.
Hyperkalemia, a deadly consequence,
In cardiac peril, it offers no recompense.

Oh, the trio of agents, their souls so grim,
Rocuronium, atracurium, suxamethonium's hymn.
Each, with their merits and flaws entwined,
In darkness cloaked, their fates entwined.

In Poe's eerie realm, their secrets they keep,
A dance of power, while mortals sleep.
Rocuronium, atracurium, suxamethonium, they bewitch,
Agents of paralysis, where shadows stitch.

I mean, apart from the histamine release being mentioned for rocuronium - not bad.