{"id":64273,"date":"2020-06-27T12:02:37","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:02:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64273"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:02:37","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:02:37","slug":"a-strangers-kiss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/a-strangers-kiss\/","title":{"rendered":"A Stranger&#8217;s Kiss"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-64286\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Fantasy-Land-fantasy-37691142-1920-1200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1920\" height=\"1200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Fantasy-Land-fantasy-37691142-1920-1200.jpg 1920w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Fantasy-Land-fantasy-37691142-1920-1200-300x188.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Fantasy-Land-fantasy-37691142-1920-1200-1024x640.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Fantasy-Land-fantasy-37691142-1920-1200-768x480.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Fantasy-Land-fantasy-37691142-1920-1200-1536x960.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1920px) 100vw, 1920px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Those swirling mists beckoned like a stranger&#8217;s kiss<br \/>\nFear wracked the warrior who hungered for eternal bliss<br \/>\nTired from a life of constant blood and battle pain<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d fought against demons and black tyrants in vain<br \/>\nThe seer gave him one final quest to rest his weary heart<br \/>\nA golden tropical fruit in the world Ghenna slimy and tart<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d have to brave the vampire flies in a forest so thick<br \/>\nThat not a drop of sunlight reached a floor so black and slick<br \/>\nBut the fruit was such a priceless reward for a dangerous task<br \/>\nA kingdom was his, draped in silky clouds beyond the Evermore Pass<br \/>\nHe only had to risk a trip into the shimmering gate that held his fate<br \/>\nOne last glance backward, then he stepped into a light blindingly great<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Those swirling mists beckoned like a stranger&#8217;s kiss Fear wracked the warrior who hungered for eternal bliss Tired from a life of constant blood and battle pain He&#8217;d fought against demons and black tyrants in vain The seer gave him one final quest to rest&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1065,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64273","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1065"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64273"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64295,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64273\/revisions\/64295"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}