{"sf1_id":289944,"sf2_id":"RnoAv5xe","title":"Sanctuary Curse","author":"Akanu","words":76,"posted_at":"2011-09-25T13:58:00.000Z","tags":["Curse","Poem","sancturary","world"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/289944-sanctuary-curse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoAv5xe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/90/f6/90f61851-f74d-4de2-b1f0-bbf9e397d91d","description":"","content":"Shifting shadows  \nof the night.  \nI watch the raven as it swallows  \nthe decaying meat that is in first sight.  \n  \nHidden beneath the moon  \nthe Hollow winds swoon  \nAs I shift from shadow  \nto shadow.\n\nConcealed in darkness  \nuntil first sun rise.  \nWith each beam  \ncomes a stream  \n  \nof destruction all around.  \nAs my sanctuary  \nfalls apart.  \nI will depart.\n\nThe raven  \nflys above.  \nKeeping an eye to the past.  \nAs I look to the future.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}