Probably [definitely] AU, sort of based on the legends. A sestina.
Merlin and Arthur rode on a quest, far away
to find the one who could save Camelot.
The prophecy said to look for the one whom destiny
gave two names. One
who was in the world of men, but not of it. Red
skies graced the air as they left. Along
the old road they traveled, Along
the mountains and the Valley of the Fallen Kings, along the way
of the beasts of the red
wings, one
by one, steps tracing their way from Camelot,
to their destiny.
All their lives, choices had been made for destiny:
all for the future of Albion, their land. Long
after, Arthur and Merlin would be remembered in myth, not one
fully true. But that is the way
of the world, is it not? Long after Camelot
was nothing but ruins and memory, when the red
blood of the final battle had been shed, red
with sorrow and tears mingling in the dirt with the blood of the fallen: (destiny
gave them a future, and took it away—Fortune's wheel always turns.) Camelot
will stay the kingdom of Arthur and the Round Table, men will always long
for peace. Long after all the stones have been washed away
the story will be remembered, of what was won
and lost. —Long they searched for the one
of legend: read
old books hoping some way
to find a clue to destiny,
but destiny doesn't follow along
the path of men from Camelot.
Their travels are still unrecorded, Camelot's
great library forgotten, if it was ever there, even one
story from that long
journey. I have read
much of destiny,
but nothing from that time. If only there were some way
to travel back along the river of time, to Camelot
of old: to see the way they traveled, to catch one
glimpse of a red cloak in the night, to foil destiny.
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Sestina: Six stanzas, unrhyming, last words of each line repeat according to a pattern. Last stanza three lines, two end-words in each.