{"sf1_id":117725,"sf2_id":"5nzVloOn","title":"Angelic Muse","author":"Crae Foxx","words":355,"posted_at":"2010-01-07T08:09:00.000Z","tags":[],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/117725-angelic-muse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nzVloOn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0d/1b/0d1bdde7-1625-4ad6-b43c-0b864fda536e","description":"","content":"Now as I stand here  \nThinking of what say  \nMy mind floats astray  \nTo that fateful day  \nWhen I was down on my luck  \nWhen I had no home  \nAnd I was all alone in my own dome  \nMy life came to a dead stop  \nI hit rock bottom...  \nI think about my life  \nAnd regret Fate's choice  \nThen I suddenly hear a voice  \nAnd I look up as I was confuse  \nAs I see the blinding figure  \nThe figure of a muse  \nI shield my eyes as I beheld thee  \nAnd then she said to me  \n'Are thou blinded by what ye see?'  \nI ask \"But how does one  \nsee such beauty and grace?\"  \nAs she came down to me and  \nLooked into my face  \nFor hours she examined me  \nAnd narrowed in the space  \nShe then layed her hand on my cheek  \nAnd I felt a change inside\u0026nbsp;  \nAs her soft skin  \nMade contact with mine  \nI opened my eyes  \nTo this angel devine  \n'The pen is mighter than the sword.'  \nShe said as she handed me a quill  \nAnd with the quill  \nCame into me a new age  \nAs I started to write words  \nThat filled every page  \nI just wrote and wrote  \nWtih a burning passion  \nI wrote every feeling and meaning,  \nEvery word and action  \nAbout foxes, wolves,  \nAnd different species  \nI wrote all I could  \nAbout these fantasies  \nI wrote for what seems  \nLike centuries  \nThen I stopped and looked\u0026nbsp;  \nAt my book full of stories  \nI looked up at the muse  \nAnd said \"All is well.\"  \nAnd it was at that moment  \nThat is, that I fell  \nDown from the clouds  \nWhich she was atop  \nI closed my eyes  \nWishing the fall to stop  \nAnd when I opened them up  \nTo see what fathomed  \nI was laying in my bed\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd I thought about what happened  \nI felt something in my hand  \nAnd I looked to see  \nI saw the feathered quill  \nThat the muse had given me  \nAnd it was from that  \nMoment on I knew  \nThat I am a writer  \nAnd writing is what I do\n\n  \n  \n\n"}