{"sf1_id":1431938,"sf2_id":"Xekd975m","title":"Untitled Poem","author":"Dwale","words":159,"posted_at":"2019-03-16T21:33:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1431938-untitled-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xekd975m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ba/ba/baba7830-e61b-4bb2-b010-e7c982b43818","description":"Had snippets of this bouncing around in my head for a while. Finally was able to get it down.","content":"My flame low, frail as foam,  \n  \nWe made a change of hateful acreage,  \n  \nBitter course which I was bound  \n  \nTo: trim the wick or quench the embers,  \nQuick to cut the candle down  \n  \n  \nAnd I would be your psychopomp  \n  \nAnd you would be my ward  \n  \nAnd I would guide you through the night  \n  \nTo what we're heading towards  \n  \nAnd I would be your rescuer  \n  \nThe one to clasp your hand  \n  \nAnd lift you off the spinning rock  \n  \nAnd clean you free of sand  \n  \n  \nClock hands whirled like a top,  \n  \nA fire died, another grew  \n  \nA pair of dice through parallax,  \n  \nTo view from heights the chance improved  \n  \nA votive candle packed with wax  \n  \n  \nAnd you will be my psychopomp  \n  \nAnd I will be your ward  \n  \nAnd you will guide me through the light,  \n  \nOr what we're heading towards  \n  \nAnd you will be the messenger  \n  \nYou always meant to be  \n  \nAnd lift me up the living sky  \n  \nTo touch eternity  \n  \n\n"}