{"sf1_id":845351,"sf2_id":"ynZdQ44e","title":"That Which Remains","author":"Riverweasel","words":147,"posted_at":"2015-04-08T23:36:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Compassion","No-Yiff","Pain","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/845351-that-which-remains","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZdQ44e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fe/0b/fe0bd86d-183a-4d6d-97a9-efb99d34ca58","description":"#16 of Poems\n\nA poem I wrote for a dear friend of mine who is struggling with a lot of grief and fear back home","content":"All that has died will rise again, the ashes no longer bound to fate\n\nThe tears of centuries long forgotten will cascade down a waterfall\n\nBut in that timeless eternity spent, there is one thing that remains to date\n\nThat love and companionship, the real powers of this world\n\nWill never, ever fall\n\nFor even in the darkest hours, in the coldest corners of the world\n\nThey will provide both the joy of warmth and peace of\u0026nbsp;light\n\nTheir hallowed call to all who remember them unfurled\n\nShall give unrelenting strength to those who choose to fight\n\nVictory is never quickly achieved, it is an ever bloody battle\n\nThe swords of one side clash with the sabres of another\n\nThe wars fought for figurative greed and power over the rabble\n\nWe shall fight against the bitter fangs of the night\n\nFor we are more than friends, my brother.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/810422-countdown-to-a-new-chapter.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/912504-reintroduced-to-vulnerability.json"}}