{"id":378,"date":"2011-05-30T09:18:00","date_gmt":"2011-05-30T07:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/?p=378"},"modified":"2024-08-30T09:18:45","modified_gmt":"2024-08-30T07:18:45","slug":"la-mort-de-linnocence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/2011\/05\/30\/la-mort-de-linnocence\/","title":{"rendered":"La mort de l&rsquo;innocence"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Sous un rayon de Lune brille le champ de neige<br>Blancheur immacul\u00e9e o\u00f9 dansent des gouttes d&rsquo;argent<br>A la lisi\u00e8re du bois, une biche au doux flanc<br>S&rsquo;avance lentement, guettant le moindre pi\u00e8ge<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Elle a longtemps couru, \u00e0 travers les fourr\u00e9s<br>Fr\u00e9missante, en alerte, attentive \u00e0 chaque bruit<br>Sentant les pr\u00e9dateurs se glisser dans la nuit<br>Evitant leur pr\u00e9sence pour moins les attirer<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Un sabot apr\u00e8s l&rsquo;autre elle ose s&rsquo;aventurer<br>Sur cet espace vierge qu&rsquo;aucun souffle ne trouble<br>Prudemment elle progresse, de vigilance redouble<br>A travers ce d\u00e9sert de sensations glac\u00e9es<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Soudain, dans le lointain, r\u00e9sonne un claquement<br>Surprise, la tendre b\u00eate se fige, clignant de l&rsquo;\u0153il<br>Les naseaux fr\u00e9missant, cherchant parmi les feuilles<br>L&rsquo;indice qui r\u00e9v\u00e9lera l&rsquo;invisible assaillant<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dans un battement de cils l&rsquo;animal s&rsquo;effondre<br>Sans comprendre, elle r\u00e2le, rend son dernier soupir<br>L&rsquo;encolure perc\u00e9e, trace noir sur son cuir<br>Laiss\u00e9e par une balle qu&rsquo;un homme vient de fondre<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Alors que l&rsquo;aube se l\u00e8ve, la biche a tr\u00e9pass\u00e9<br>Fendu de part en part, son c\u0153ur agonisant<br>R\u00e9pand sur la neige fraiche la chaleur de son sang<br>Et l&rsquo;assassin s&rsquo;avance pour prendre son troph\u00e9e<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De sa besace il sort une coupe d&rsquo;acier<br>L&rsquo;appliquant sur la plaie, il pr\u00e9l\u00e8ve son d\u00fb<br>Puis la porte \u00e0 ses l\u00e8vres et savourer, repu<br>La vie de l&rsquo;innocence qu&rsquo;il vient de sacrifier.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sous un rayon de Lune brille le champ de neigeBlancheur immacul\u00e9e o\u00f9 dansent des gouttes d&rsquo;argentA la lisi\u00e8re du bois, une biche au doux flancS&rsquo;avance lentement, guettant le moindre pi\u00e8ge Elle a longtemps couru, \u00e0 travers les fourr\u00e9sFr\u00e9missante, en alerte, attentive \u00e0 chaque bruitSentant les pr\u00e9dateurs se glisser dans la nuitEvitant leur pr\u00e9sence pour moins [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-378","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-eclats-dame"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/378","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=378"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/378\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":379,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/378\/revisions\/379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=378"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=378"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=378"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}