Night Tower

Story by Caitlin Van Horn
August 26th, 2016

He stood among the evergreen, moondust dripping from it’s leaves. The stars swayed drunkenly, stealing night thick as thieves.

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Story by Caitlin Van Horn
August 26th, 2016

He stood among the evergreen, moondust dripping from it’s leaves. The stars swayed drunkenly, stealing night thick as thieves.

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He stood amongst the evergreen, moondust dripping from their leaves - The stars swayed drunkenly, stealing night, thick as thieves - He gazed upon his fire, darkness suckling on its light - The wind sighed, arousing all the creatures of the night

 In the far distance he heard a young maiden cry - Her echo of distress warbled through the night sky - Yellow moth to a flame, he was lured by her plight - Curiosity grew thick, as he surrendered to it’s bite - Held captive by her voice, he fled with great speed - His breath rendered short as he fell to his knees - There rose before him, an ancient tower so high - Befallen from its loft, briny tears from her eyes - He scaled the mossy wall, flanked with hemlock and sage - Through lead-paned glass, he spied the maiden in rage - Folded up like silk, she was lain on the ground - With ribs heaving wild, her dark hair was unbound - Her eyes lifted their tents to the form just outside - She hurried to the window and bade him to hide - For soon Death would come to wrap her in his fold - He was never forgiving, nor fooled, she was told - With a spirit of resistance the young man had made haste - He climbed in her wardrobe, clutched his heart as it raced - Not a moment had passed when Death arrived for his prey - He punctured the night air with sorrow and decay - Pleading for more time, the fair maiden fell weak - While Death’s courtship left her unable to speak - He bit at her bones, and filled her cup with despair - He wrote pain on her skin, and wove fear in her hair - Death gripped her hand tight as he lured her to bed - While nightmares of darkness poured in her head - Swollen with greed, Death laid stiff by her side - He leaned in for a kiss, his frozen lips wide - Then bursted forth the young man from the chest - He hurled a knife furiously through Death’s cloaked breast - Death mocked that nothing could cheat his cold grip - He came for a life and a life he would strip - The young man then grasped what it was he must do - A life for a life, and away he flew - Through the stained glass he leapt into the night - Death quickly followed as he pursued with delight - The free fall was quick, the young man felt no pain - Death kissed him softly as the light it did wane - The fair maiden cried out when she saw down below - Her brave one succumbed to the grip of her foe - Death coiled the young man deep into his side - He beckoned the maiden she no longer need hide - She left her night tower and searched upon high - The inflamed star of twilight that lit up the sky.

 
 
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