{"sf1_id":1511193,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Eucharist","author":"DrRayneBell","words":132,"posted_at":"2019-11-08T23:23:00.000Z","tags":["Eucharist","Poetry","literature"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1511193-eucharist","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1511193","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1511193\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#12 of Poetry c.2019\n\nA poem of melancholia, by melancholia, and for melancholia. Released in early 2019, re-released unchanged but with care. Enjoy.","content":"Eucharist\n\n* * *\n\nSun has set and gone,  \npast dinner hours,  \nsitting by the chapel lawn,  \nsurrounded by flowers.\n\nTaking frames by faded pen,  \nnamed for care,  \nin ken of distant fen,  \ndeemed too rare.\n\nLight has taken up flame,  \nguided by glass,  \nto settle on papered blame,  \nshadows forced past.\n\nEmbraced by colours which beguile,  \nall natural dyes;  \nshaped with each careful smile,  \ntoday's little lies.\n\nReaching for pity with ink,  \nliving through thought;  \ndreaming of wine to drink,  \nthat Father brought.\n\nEnchantment has come to die,  \nwhere saints rest,  \nwhere chance steals to buy,  \nyour very best.\n\nBells have rung for command,  \nover darkened hills,  \nwaiting for Father's midnight band,  \nand cheap thrills.\n\nLast call for dull relief,  \nbefore divine prayer;  \na monument to a thief,  \ngasping for air.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}