{"sf1_id":701608,"sf2_id":"ZmM6v7Qn","title":"The Daemon","author":"Tamokii","words":92,"posted_at":"2014-05-06T08:12:00.000Z","tags":["Cute","Fantasy","Poem","Thought Provoking"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/701608-the-daemon","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM6v7Qn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/dc/3b/dc3bc198-d685-4cd3-8156-9540c2977fe6","description":"A poem I ended up writing for in a class of mine that I'm incorporating into a story of mine. Any idea or criticism on how to improve it would be appreciated.","content":"_Upon the windswept hill on this moonlit night_\n\n_The black forest behind and town in sight,_\n\n_A small figure sits among the grass_\n\n_All alone in sorrow._\n\n_A pair of crimson horns and a queen's tail,_\n\n_Golden eyes and a smile impaled._\n\n_As the night wears on and cold sets in,_\n\n_Her thoughts retreat and hide._\n\n_In time a new light shines,_\n\n_These boots approach with unhope._\n\n_As they halt behind there is no pain or shine_\n\n_In this silence wings beat down the earth,_\n\n_The cold is gone replaced by warmth._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}