{"sf1_id":1409900,"sf2_id":"3egOVyWe","title":"Moon Glow in December","author":"SymbolicSongbird","words":53,"posted_at":"2019-01-20T02:21:00.000Z","tags":["Moon","Night","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1409900-moon-glow-in-december","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egOVyWe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/92/c7/92c74e4c-5c97-4ec2-8c59-20a301499a9e","description":"#1 of Poetry\n\nA bit of poetry I finished recently. I took a long break from writing poetry after a loss of inspiration, but I've decided to pick it back up again.","content":"There floats the moon, caged  \nIn pearly light, imprisoned  \nBy modern glows, alone  \nWithout the stars.  \nA cold wind sighs sadly  \nFor a sea of drowned fires  \nAnd feels even colder for it.  \nAn owl's call is an elegy.  \nA distant car horn is a mockery.  \nThe moon floats alone in Pyrrhic victory.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1488036-the-trial-of-the-mountain.json"}}