my entries for the Construct Cup |
I thought my fate was you, but you were gone. church bells tolled your death knell, and I was left hollow by your absence to wander through forgotten alleys and rain darkened streets, until, lost at some forgotten shop, unseen and overlooked, I entered, uncaring what I might find. my life was dust. I passed trunks and jewels, tapestries, and one unadorned ring, skeletal hands beating heart rhythms, books whose pages whispered secrets, swords and staves— and nothing spoke to me until I saw your mirrored shadow dancing, and I stopped. that mirror is old, whispered three voices in unified discord. beware, for he catches those who gaze too long singing empty promises. he seeks someone to share his fate. I turned, but three women were winking their one eye and turning away— and I forgot their warning because in that mirror I almost saw you. I reached to your image touched hands through glass, stepped through— but you vanished and I was trapped. my sorrow feeds him, he will not let me go, and I dwindle, forgetting you forgetting me inside this ornate gilt frame. Prompt for: April 28, 2016 ▼ |