{"sf1_id":289110,"sf2_id":"ynZWVbw1","title":"Saphire Maiden","author":"Akanu","words":72,"posted_at":"2011-09-23T00:50:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","mirror style","water"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/289110-saphire-maiden","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZWVbw1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b1/36/b1366517-604e-437b-89cd-60a790ee68cc","description":"","content":"Soothing maiden with  \never flowing voice.  \nThat calms the  \ntearful child. many  \nhave gazed on  \nher beauty. Always  \nshifting. Always changing.  \nQuenching the Crimson  \nTemptress wherever she  \nmay be. Gentle  \nas the feather.  \nYet un stoppable.  \nTwisting and turning  \nlike a serpent.  \nengraving her name  \ninto the path  \nthat she walks.  \nEverywhere yet nowhere.  \nShe listens to  \nthe world. Then  \ntells her story  \nto all who  \nwill listen to  \nher eternal song.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}