{"sf1_id":399839,"sf2_id":"B1Q3ogom","title":"Otters and Elves - Poem for Skipper~Heart","author":"Jacob King","words":398,"posted_at":"2012-07-07T15:21:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","Death","Elf","Love","M/F","Otter","Romance","Tragedy","War"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/399839-otters-and-elves-poem-for-skipper-heart","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1Q3ogom","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/72/d1/72d13da0-6039-40cc-b0f4-f30ece590b6c","description":"#6 of Free Poetry for Others\n\nThis was a long overdue poem written for Skipper~Heart based on her request on this journal: http://www.sofurry.com/view/390983\nHer request was: \"I want one about a girl who loves someone she can never have. Against all the odds she finds a way to be with him by taking him and killing them both...it being very consentual. Write as much as you want to make it good with a rhyme scheme of abab. If that is acceptable.\"\nThis was probably the most difficult poem I have ever written, for I have never taken so long to write a poem. Many times I could whip out a decent one in a matter of minutes, but this one...this was a great challenge.\nAs a poet, I always restrict myself to keeping the same number of syllables in each line while keeping the second and forth line of each stanza rhyming.\nBecause she asked for a more challenging rhyming scheme, that's where all of my previous experience sort of fell short-handed, and so I had to retrain myself to work out a fluid stream of thoughts while keeping the rhyme scheme.\nSo there are exactly six syllables in each line while every other line in each stanza rhymes. This is not as easy as it looks, and to make a whole story in such a way takes patience.\nI chose the otter and the elf because, well, the fursona of the fur who requested this poem is a hybrid of the two species, so in order to make this poem more personal for her, I used the two species.\nAnyways, enough jabbering.\nEnjoy.","content":"_There always comes a time_  \n_When everyone hates you_  \n_For commiting a crime_  \n_That indeed was not true._  \n  \n_Whether it be of loot_  \n_Or a break from the norm,_  \n_Society's a brute_  \n_And has a reckless form._  \n  \n_This was the lesson learned_  \n_By a lonely otter_  \n_Whom in her heart had yearned_  \n_For love that could have been._  \n  \n_Ever since the great war_  \n_Between the otters and_  \n_Elves, t'was no mercy nor_  \n_A chance for peace at hand;_  \n  \n_But this otter was smart--_  \n_A master of calm stealth._  \n_How she longed for his heart--_  \n_A value beyond wealth._  \n  \n_She could blend with the trees_  \n_With her tanned-colored fur._  \n_Her run--swift as a breeze--_  \n_Would be an aid for her_  \n  \n_As she would dodge and duck_  \n_Every arrow and dart_  \n_Shot by fiendish elves--luck_  \n_Had seemed to play a part._  \n  \n_After an endless plight_  \n_Of hiding in shadows,_  \n_She found her elven knight_  \n_Waiting by the willows._  \n  \n_The two species embraced--_  \n_Otter and elf as one._  \n_Her heart became fast-paced_  \n_As she felt she had won;_  \n  \n_But the elves would find them_  \n_Whether they fleed or not._  \n_Their love would only stem_  \n_Hatred if they were caught,_  \n  \n_Yet their love transcended_  \n_Through life's limitations--_  \n_Not even death offended_  \n_Their covert relations._  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;_With one final breath, she_  \n_Took his arrow with haste,_  \n_Sticking it to a tree_  \n_So the sharp edge was placed_  \n  \n_Against her back, right_  \n_Behind her heart. She held_  \n_Her elven lover tight._  \n_Leaning backwards, she yelled_  \n  \n_From the sudden, painful_  \n_Rush of emotions and tears_  \n_That poured from her baneful_  \n_Mind. The lovers' own fears_  \n  \n_Of being caught would fade_  \n_As the arrow plunged through_  \n_Her beating heart. The blade_  \n_Pushed out her chest, into_  \n  \n_Her elven lover's heart._  \n_The dying otter and_  \n_Her elf would never part_  \n_Ever again. His hand_  \n  \n_Weakly clutched her webbed paw_  \n_As they stared each other_  \n_Down one last time. He saw_  \n_The eyes of his otter_  \n  \n_Begin to shut, and so they_  \n_Shared one last kiss. As elves_  \n_Arrived, they seemed to fray_  \n_From the war that--themselves_  \n  \n_Had raged for trivial_  \n_Wrongs blamed on the otters--_  \n_Yet did almost little_  \n_To keep the two lovers_  \n  \n_From becoming one with_  \n_Their hearts connected._  \n_And so goes the old myth_  \n_That love's unaffected_  \n  \n_By life, death, or any_  \n_Obstacle brought forth, for_  \n_Once two minds are ready,_  \n_The love lasts evermore._  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Free Poetry for Others","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/396357-army-ranger-poem-for-wolf-trooper.json"}}