{"sf1_id":177953,"sf2_id":"AnKypV5e","title":"Dead Shamrocks","author":"Yukki Lust","words":306,"posted_at":"2010-09-13T19:53:00.000Z","tags":["Lyrical Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/177953-dead-shamrocks","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKypV5e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0c/3a/0c3adc2a-ebbc-489e-a837-911f97d85060","description":"","content":"Coffeehouse soundtracks muse  \nThen pause while live performances tumble through the door  \nUproar and brouhaha fight in brawl  \nYet none of this is recognized  \nLike a worthless fighter with fists still raised  \nThough red mash covers the floor and flesh rots\n\nTwo pairs of eyes are shot at each other like bullets  \nFierce and intense, hedging and deceiving  \nA sweat drop falls from a brow  \nSmashing the silence into shards  \nSmack! King of the Rocket ships  \nRisk, another metallic sweat bead falls off the chain  \nMore shards, scarlet\n\nA sip of coffee; stay alert joker!  \nA puff of your cigarette, not too deep now  \nDouble take, he's bleeding now  \nSuck some blood while he is scrambling for composure  \nHe recovered quickly\n\nOne? Fifteen?  \nIs he going to finish this in a wipe?  \nTrickery is a serpent  \nIndeed  \nForty-five soldiers for my army  \nAlmost to the five hundred I need to recruit\n\nA masquerade now? Foolish  \nThe antagonist is gauzy, transparent like a phantom  \nSands are ticking  \nAnd vines are circling our chairs  \nDraw. Flick, flick.  \nHe puffs his cigarette  \nAnd puffs again, deeply inhaling the smog  \nFollowed by a gargle and rinse of coffee  \nDown go ten men\n\nChuckles. Whip and Swipe.  \nAn extra soldier under my domain  \nTen, jack, queen, king, fifteen of tilted squares  \nThanks daft joker, no wonder you are not in this game  \nAnd another fifty-five soldiers  \nYou're starting to lack  \nSilly enmity\n\nAnd my clandestine battle plan is nearing the horizon  \nBlack and whimsical is the wiser way  \nA rain of piercing arrows on your remains  \nMore burgundy, more scarlet, but not from my fangs  \nFrom my gleaming deceit  \nI charmed you  \nAnd you blinked while I annihilated you with the evidence in your palms  \nIt is done. Put your cigarette out and finish your coffee\n\nTime to go home  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}