{"sf1_id":968572,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Nightmare's Wings","author":"Keskron","words":103,"posted_at":"2016-02-24T19:54:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Dark","Poem","Poetry","Sleep","Sleepless","Wings","caves","imagery","insomnia","nightmare","paralysis"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/968572-nightmare-s-wings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/968572","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=968572\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Just your standard poem about sleepless nights, insomnia, nightmares, and the like. I wanted to play around with some darker imagery, since I tend to be a romantic and Wordsworth my way into a plethora of natural description and praise.\nAnyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy my bleaker, cliché ramblings.","content":"# Nightmare's Wings\n\n**By Keskron**\n\nWithin imagination's coldest caves  \nResounds a righteous screech of flapping wings.  \nAt night they overcome the conscious wave  \nAnd see the outcomes of the day as king.  \nEmbarking on adventures only seen  \nIn hazed conditions; embark on restless  \nFeats of wand'ring nights, those of great serene.  \nYou can't escape from them. You are helpless.  \nOne day their skin shines with a pastel glow  \nAmongst an atmosphere of flow'ry gleam  \nUntil smiles swoop down like weeping willows  \nCreating coal and oil in violet streams.  \nSo whilst we toss between our cotton sheets  \nDare not to undermine the dusk's deceit.  \n  \n\n"}