{"sf1_id":192108,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Cold Embrace","author":"RomanAlexander Blackpaw","words":129,"posted_at":"2010-11-05T10:09:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Gothic","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/192108-a-cold-embrace","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/192108","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=192108\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"In a rusty, dusted part of my chambers window pane  \nCarved into frost by ghostly fingers lies my restless name  \nSickened and dismayed at this ghastly sight of which  \nSpeaking of the dreadful encounter, nerves began to twitch  \n  \nWiping clean the glistening gleam of the crystals winter gifts  \nViolently shattered on the floor by my now bloodied fists  \nWhispers persuade my anger, and change it into fear  \nFor it is now that i hear your haunting footsteps creeping ever near  \n  \nWith chaos do the angels call, with sounded fury dreamers stall  \nA wispy flutter dancing there, vehement through the autumn air  \nWith each cold breath my spirit withers, my will to fight begins to splinter  \nAnd with this night ill surely fade, and not return amongst the day  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}