{"sf1_id":1937722,"sf2_id":"lmX57kpn","title":"Styx","author":"Xiamn","words":46,"posted_at":"2022-12-28T10:24:00.000Z","tags":["Chains","Death","Decalyric","Fox","Poem","Poetry","Reaper","River","Styx","iron","mind"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1937722-styx","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmX57kpn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6f/02/6f02acb9-cb4c-41ba-bdb6-b9bddb7e17c7","description":"#4 of Decaliyric: Fox\n\nFourth poem in my collection Decalyric: Fox.","content":"Today what is - morrow isn't,  \nRiver Styx\u0026nbsp;from here - not distant,  \nWhat one touches, what one feels,  \nTo the ruthless reaper kneels.  \n  \nThe chains with which you bind,  \nThe diminishing and your mind,  \nForge with an iron soft,  \nSo they could freely between them waft.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Decaliyric: Fox","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1936945-damned-poet.json"}}