Ashen Heart

From wetlands deep he slunk, emerged

with all the marshlands in his grasp.

Marching west, his army surged

to cast out the people. So came the asp,


contempt in his hollow, ashen heart,

blind beasts in tow. They screech and bellow

his taken name, the seductive Carrow,

Bringer of Glory and breaker of hearts.


Without comprehension of war or death,

the people cowered, drew shallow breath

’til claws would drag them into the light

to shower blood into the moonlight.


May your pulsing beat burn hot and raw,

your eyes be peeled by crows. In awe

may I watch your torment, see you fall

and dance on your corpse, in vengeance for all.


So I didn’t follow this week’s Poetry Prompt too well, but I did enjoy this. The point was to write a spell, but this evolved into a story, and so a curse. Dark, but inspiring in a way. Maybe I’ll have another fantasy novel in here somewhere…


5 thoughts on “Ashen Heart

  1. You wrote a Quatrain and it was indeed a most excellent Quatrain at that, Rana. I fail to see where you didn’t follow the prompt so well. Of course, I do a poor job of clarifying things, myself. 🙂 I think this is awesome! I very much enjoy how you turned it into a story and ran with it with your own take, and what you’ve conceived here is chilling, striking, and very much an enjoyable read! 🙂 Very well done, and my hats off to you!

    Admittedly, I didn’t follow the prompt to the letter either. 🙂

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