Ashes of Dread

Written in six lines per verse, 13/16/6/13/16/6, with a particular rhyme scheme:  line one and three rhyme, and line two strives for an internal rhyme of 7 or 8, and 16.
This is repeated every three lines.
Although I don't claim to have created this style, I don't recall having seen it's like before.

ASHES OF DREAD 

"HECTOR!"  clanged the angry scream against the mighty walls.
It rose against the heightened hush and then began a frenzied rush
through city streets and halls!
"HECTOR!"  rang again the call, as though a raging flood.
It smashed and crashed on ev'ry ear and brought to all a sudden fear
of terror, death, and blood!

Hector hears again the taunt which brings his blood to chill.
He drops his complicated eyes to bed, wherein his sweet love lies
and summons iron will!
Grudgingly he turns away and stills his aching heart.
Replacing love with shield and spear and hardness which can yield no tear
prepares to play his part!

"HECTOR!" resonates once more, Achilles' sweet disorder!
And all, save one, who wince in fright would fain be somewhere else tonight:
Elsewhere, any border!
'Neath this bleak and cloudless sky can any god or man
defend dear Troy and all her kin from yon assailant's threat of sin?
If so, brave Hector can!

Down the endless Crystal Stairs descends the city's hope.
Yet all imaginary friends this night discover different bends
within the walls to mope!
Each eye marks the stolid pace brave Hector steps to fate.
But summoned to shelter heads in sand, none steps forth to share the stand
he'll make before the gate!

Winter's waning solace from the city now has flown.
Once boist'rous people quake in fear of what the eventide brings near:
Of bloody fields now sown!
Seldom spoke in sonnets is a city in despair.
As "HECTOR!" shakes again their bones and from their hearts escape their moans-
escapes their very air!

Hector gazes 'round and sees beloved Troy now cowed,
and realizes here at last today has come to end the past
as "HECTOR!" brings  its shroud!
The magic seeps away and leaves him naked in its stead.
He can't arrest the chilling thought perhaps this night has brought him naught
save this:  Ashes of Dread!

Shoulders sag.  Inside he sighs, yet knows there is no choice.
Still once again he tunes his ear in fading hope once more to hear
Apollo's soothing voice!
With winter's soul he turns and sets his hand upon the gate.
A glance behind, he spies his love within their window, high above,
then out, to greet his fate!