{"sf1_id":678567,"sf2_id":"YnL6Z8ve","title":"Reminisce","author":"LokiFox","words":103,"posted_at":"2014-03-11T16:17:00.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/678567-reminisce","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnL6Z8ve","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e5/cd/e5cd6836-4e27-4bd5-8c53-075f902695b4","description":"I wrote that some time ago, and felt like sharing.","content":"I run growling, hobbling through the barren land devoid of consolation\u0026nbsp;  \nand my dead eyes spew smoke into the faces of my enemies and allies.   \nBleeding, lame and blind, but unbowed, unbroken I roamed forests of bone,\n\nhalls of gossamer and deserts of iron dust, screaming hatred into the world.\n\nSuddenly, a velvety shine of emerald eyes fell on me,   \nand the stroke of golden wings dispels smoke and blood\n\nfrom my heart and my mind.\n\nGentle hands settle on my shoulder and forehead,\n\ntaking my sword and ax out of my hands,\n\nsolace and tenderness lift me up\n\nand carry me home.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}