February 19th, 2016

Story a day: 2.19.16

Prompt: Today's form was discovered in a book of poems lent to me. I don't know if it has a name, but the form is basically ABABA CDCDC etc., where the Bs are all the same word, the Ds are all the same word, etc.


A tide of mist slides in across the water
As the stone city rises
The sun can not make hotter
The gray fortress that rises
Like a bleak spire of order

Winding through the monochrome streets
The mist finds its target
A journey it repeats
To that ill-fated target
With whom blood entreats

Fourteen lives it coursed through before
Fourteen lives now ash
Three encased in lore
Marked by fire, then by ash
Fourteen lives, no more

Having found him, the blood will echo
The start of a new circle
This one - it will not let go
The ending of a circle
He'll pay what fourteen owe