{"sf1_id":1153113,"sf2_id":"k1VOPBQe","title":"Crimson Eyes","author":"TheMadmanwithaScarf","words":119,"posted_at":"2017-03-03T04:20:00.000Z","tags":["Crimson","Eyes"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153113-crimson-eyes","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VOPBQe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e6/0a/e60a2b80-53dc-457d-be5d-397c69e5896a","description":"#8 of Journey of the Shadow Archive","content":"Her eyes were like pools of crimson red blood,\n\nEven the Death shall glare into their beauty.\n\nHer skin was like the snow unstained by mud;\n\nPeople said she was a broken cutie.\n\nHer voice was the whisper of a stranger,\n\nLike the organ of a graceful angel.\n\nPeople said she was the kind of danger;\n\nAnd she was a lady that was baneful.\n\nHer hair was the colour of a great flame;\n\nSome say it was the same texture of cloth.\n\nIt was the same beauty as her true name,\n\nSome say she was from a witches' mad broth.\n\nIn truth she was in fact just a sad belle,\n\nWhen she lived in such a frightful pale hell.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Journey of the Shadow Archive","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153111-a-waltz-with-death.json"}}