{"sf1_id":501292,"sf2_id":"rn9PgN0m","title":"The end of the beginning","author":"AmonAureus","words":386,"posted_at":"2013-02-14T12:35:00.000Z","tags":["Nightmares","NonnieTuaniOne","personal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/501292-the-end-of-the-beginning","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9PgN0m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5e/ae/5eaea060-d290-418d-9765-ee662edb9d57","description":"#1 of Storys\n\nA little story based upon personal experiences and nightmares","content":"\"Memories\"  \n  \nThis dreamer and his wine,\u0026nbsp;  \nExploring memories of time.  \nI can see you reaching for me,\u0026nbsp;  \nOn this picture of eternity.  \n  \nSparkle this scenery before me,\u0026nbsp;  \nWith your perfect smile,\u0026nbsp;  \nA loving touch,\u0026nbsp;  \nMeant to last a lifetime.  \n  \nThis one, last perfect verse,\u0026nbsp;  \nIs still the same old rhyme.  \nA Writer torn apart by distance and time.  \n  \nSafe me from this realm,\u0026nbsp;  \nShow me love,  \nI've never felt before.  \n  \nNo more need for words,\u0026nbsp;  \nShow me the way,\u0026nbsp;  \nTo dreamers hideaway.  \n  \n  \n\"The Dreamer and the Hideaway\"  \n  \n' I'll live long enough to hear the sound of war,\u0026nbsp;  \nLong enough to hear the cries of the dead,\u0026nbsp;  \nLong enough to see my friends betray me,\u0026nbsp;  \nFor this I am running away.  \nInto dreamer's hideaway.'  \n  \nThe dreamer is dead, time took his life.  \nA loving heart on this graveyard gray,\u0026nbsp;  \nTorn to pieces a thousand times.  \nHis soul wandering around forever more.  \n  \nA long journey ahead,\u0026nbsp;  \nWalking the lands of the undead.  \nAfraid, so afraid....  \nBeing haunted for eternity.  \n  \nWar is closing in.  \nThe land is rotten.  \nThe sky is black.  \nAll that's left are ashes of a world so great.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I see a mother holding her child,\u0026nbsp;  \nSmiling at him, knowing he is about to die...  \nLost hopes and dreams.  \n  \nI see this dog barking at me.  \nWounded and aggressive.  \nAll pride has left him.  \nI see only fear.  \n  \nUnheard cries,\u0026nbsp;  \nA child without a mother.  \nA lover without love.  \nAll holding on to those little things they have left.  \nA ring, a necklace, a picture, ...  \nItems filled with memories that survived the passing of time.  \nThey would die to keep them.  \nThey would live to see them.  \n  \n' I'll live long enough to wake up screaming every night'  \n  \nThe sky is brighter,\u0026nbsp;  \nGunfire fades in the distance.  \nNature rises as the sun shines.  \nThe feeling in my heart of a long forgotten happiness.  \n  \n' But long enough to find the one I love...'  \n  \n  \n\"Home\"  \n  \nShush, my child,\u0026nbsp;  \nYou're home.  \nFind safety in my arms,\u0026nbsp;  \nFeel my love.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nSearch for Beauty,\u0026nbsp;  \nSearch for Love,\u0026nbsp;  \nSearch for Forgotten Places,\u0026nbsp;  \nSearch for Me.  \n  \nThough we're miles apart,\u0026nbsp;  \nThe stars above us,  \nAre the same.  \nShining bright.  \nBright as my love for you.  \n  \nIn the end,\u0026nbsp;  \nI will always love you.  \n  \n' The end of the beginning '  \n  \n\n"}