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Crystal Child Part 1

by Liaya


The dark night fell like a cloak of shadows

and the air crackled with tension,

beckoning the oncoming storm.

He sat by the window and watched

as the wind rippled silver through the leaves

of the willows in the courtyard.

-

Beside him, a child played,

her gown of blue crumpled beneath her knees,

her blonde hair falling over her shoulders

and a cascade of lace down her front.

Tawny eyes smiled at her toys.

The little child, the kingdom's crown princess,

felt safe with him to protect her

from whatever the storm may bring.

-

A bell clangs in the distance;

he stands with a sigh.

"Time to go, Princess," he says.

"It's nighttime."

She smiles at him, so innocent, ready to follow

wherever he may lead.

-

The young man carries the child

into the courtyard where the willows bend

and the shadows flutter as the mournful wind howls.

Lonely, lifeless statues stare blankly

into the forbidding night

and the gale seems to give them voices.

"Don't be scared of the storm, Princess," he says.

"It's not going to hurt you."

-

But then a roar shatters the black night

and fire splits the sky.

He tumbles to the ground, child in his arms,

and cries out in alarm for the girl he must protect.

The wind howls in fury and the air pounds

as great wings beat and a beast approaches.

-

Dragon!  Everyone knows the danger

of their dreadful roar and breath.

A beast the color of blood has undone its cloak of magic,

revealed in a haze of panic and power.

Fire rains down upon the battlements

and scorch the waving willows that crown the courtyard

where the princess loved to play

in their soft, comforting shade.

-

Fire!  Heat!

Pain sears Tyrnen's leg as he tries to leap from the flames,

sheilding the child in his arms,

but his flesh burns and his wounds will not

allow his leg to bear his weight.

The ground seems to rise to meet him, securing his fate.

-

Run.  She must run.

He tries to tell her this -- run, Elaeryn!

The child is only in her seventh year

and she is the only one left of pure royal blood

who can succeed the throne.

She must not die!  This child of gentle words and smiles

and sparkling eyes who oneday must be the queen.

"Elaeryn, leave me!  Find my father!"

-

The young man's father is captain of the guard

and he as already seen the destruction.

But help would come too late.

"I can't leave you!" the child wails.  Her friend is hurt

and she will not abandon him -- it is too late;

the dragon has come.

-

Scarlet scales gleam like death and the air snaps

with the wings of a dragon as it swoops down,

spotting its prey.  Obsidan claws spread,

clutch the tiny figure of the princess

and like a bolt of lightning too fast to chase,

the dragon has stolen the kingdom's last hope.

The child hangs from its claws like a limp bundle

Of blue satin and lace and golden hair.

-

The boy reaches out, a young man caught in agony.

His seventeenth year has been marred with tragedy

and shame of failure.

He tastes bitter tears as the world fades black

and the last thing he hears is a precious child's voice

screaming his name.

-

"Tyrnen!"


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Hi there! Interesting stuff you've got here!

I feel like we don't see many story poems like this anymore. I appreciate that you've chosen to write your story in a poetic manner, but it still feels a bit more like a short story than a poem. Let's look at how we can make this poem more of a poem and less of a story without taking away from the plot, shall we?

The pacing feels a bit slow for a poem. Generally, poems are rather short, and describe more than they tell. You are telling a story here, but we need to feel more in fewer words, if that makes sense. Poems should be compact, telling the story in as few words as possible (usually).

Combining lines and sentences, finding stronger single words to replace longer phrases, and taking out unnecessary words and phrases is something I call "streamlining," and it can really improve a poem.

I'll give you an example from one of your stanzas so you can learn how to do it yourself. Let's look at the second stanza.

Spoiler! :
Beside him, a child played,
her gown of blue crumpled beneath her knees,
her blonde hair falling over her shoulders
and a cascade of lace down her front.
Tawny eyes smile at her toys.
The little child, the kingdom's crown princess,
feels safe with him to protect her
from whatever the storm may bring.


Let's begin by summarizing the purpose of this stanza. The purpose is that there is a little pretty princess and she feels safe. Okay. Done.

Now let's go line by line and see if any particular line is unneeded.
1) introductory line. It works.
2) describing her dress. Okay. Might be able to be combined with another line later.
3) still describing.
4) still describing.
5) still describing, though there is also an action included (not a very important action, but we can roll with it.
6)important information! Princess!
7) also important-- feels safe with this other person.
8) not quite as important, but brings us back to the present after the description.

A lot of these lines are filled with simply describing her physical appearance. That is okay, but what does her appearance say about her? Obviously, that she is just an innocent little girl. Okay. Now to the actual streamlining. Since there are so many lines in a row simply describing her, let's look at how we can combine these lines to create a more compact but equally important description of the princess.

her gown of blue crumpled beneath her knees,
her blonde hair falling over her shoulders
and a cascade of lace down her front.
Tawny eyes smile at her toys.


Lines one and three can be combined, and the second and fourth might be able to be combined as well. Let's try it:

Blue lace cascades down her front, crumpling under her knees;
her blonde locks frame tawny eyes, staring at her toys.


While it's not quite the same, we now have a vision of a sweet little girl that is more compact and concise, while still giving the same effect. Let's move on to smaller things in the stanza.

The little child, the kingdom's crown princess,
feels safe with him to protect her
from whatever the storm may bring.


Here it's more about removal than it is about rephrasing.

Children are inherently little, so let's get rid of little. Also, we don't need to know really that it's a kingdom, so we'll get rid of that. The second line could use a little rephrasing-- the last line mostly needs removal. Here's what I came up with:

The child, the crown princesss,
feels safe. He will protect her
from the storm's wrath.
It's more compact and to the point, now.

And that's how you streamline! It will help you cut down a little on this lengthy poem. I hope that you found this review useful! Happy poeting!




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Hi there!

Poetry isn't my strong point so I'm just here to give you a review of what I think of this overall. I'll be focusing more on the feel than the technicalities. Just thought I'd let you know ^_^

her blonde hair falling over her shoulders

and a cascade of lace down her front.

This description is a bit confusing to me. What exactly is a cascade of lace? Are you talking about her hair or her dress? I have to say, if you're talking about her hair, that's pretty hard to imagine: hair being like lace. I'd suggest finding a way to make that description a bit more clear.

It seems that you switched tenses here in this beginning stanza. You start off using past tense, but then switch to present with the line that begins with "Tawny eyes smile". You'll want to fix that. It's always important, as I'm sure you know, to keep the tense consistent throughout the piece. It avoids any confusion.

So, I know that I said I wasn't going to talk about the technicalities, but I do have one tiny thing to mention. As I read, I notice the dash that you put after each stanza. I assume that's there to let us know that there's going to be a new stanza? To me as I read however, it seems like a break, a pause in the story. And that messes with the flow of the poem. You really don't need those dashes in there. If you take them out, it'll really help with the flow of the poem. It'll all read a lot more smooth.

You've switched back to past tense here:
A beast the color of blood has undone its cloak of magic,

revealed in a haze of panic and power.

Fire rains down upon the battlements

and scorch the waving willows that crown the courtyard

where the princess loved to play

Be careful of that ;)

Wow, what a ride. You took us from a nice, innocent, calm interaction to an intense fight and terrible loss. If that doesn't mess with the emotions, what will?!

Despite this being a poem, I could definitely feel the story inside of it. Of course, it is an epic poem so there is going to be a story there. So focusing on the story now, I very much enjoyed reading this. Like I mentioned, you definitely took me on an emotional roller coaster here. Despite not knowing the characters all that much (not your fault seeing as you don't have the luxury of sitting down and describing the characters to us) I felt terrible for them. I found myself rooting for Tyrnene at the end, but at the same time wishing he would've died instead of the princess. Although seeing as this is only part 1, I can still hold out hope that the princess is still alive :D

Except for the parts where you switched tenses and the dashes between the stanzas, there aren't any other mistakes I can point out. This is very well written and you told the story well. Your use of imagery is great, not only in the poetic sense, but in the story sense as well. The imagery helped me see the story progressing in my mind. It would be nice though, if you had used that imagery a bit more and focused on what the area they're in looks like. I got a nice picture of the situation, but not the surroundings. I know sometimes it's hard to find the balance of the both of them, but you need to make sure there is one.

When you post the next part let me know! I want to know what happens to the princess. She can't die, she just can't! D:

Keep writing!
**Noelle**




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