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The Tale Of The Crystal Swan

Updated on October 17, 2014

Once upon a time in a quiet provincial town
there was a poor merchant struggling to make his renown
Scraping for money everywhere he could find it
he was surprised to one day find a swan on his doorstep

Now this swan was no ordinary swan
Her feathers shone in radiant crystal tones
And her eggs were no ordinary eggs
With shells burnished in radiant diamond stone

But to create those eggs, there was a dreadful cost
They grew and thrived on human blood lost
He first noticed this power when his son got a splinter
The egg was enough to carry them through several winters

But the merchant wanted more and more
Every day he would bring the swan to his store
Hoping for terrible, horrible things to befall
those around him, and one day, he found a windfall

In a dreadful carriage accident, many men were maimed
But the merchant only saw profits to gain
In the spilling of cabbages, apples and blood
Were birthed eggs of diamond, in a sparkling flood

But the merchant wanted more and more
Even if he needed to create his own gore
And then came a golden opportunity
His neighbor's cry for clemency

The man had lost his livestock in a roaring blaze
But the farmer only met a cruel and greedy gaze
The merchant's heart of stone pushed him away
And the poor man lost his life in several days

But the merchant wanted more and more
Surrounded by piles of eggs in scores
He still could not achieve his fill
So his mind was made: to kill

He slaughtered the village, all the women and men
After the death of his children he realized his deed
He could never, ever get them back again
Diamonds upon diamonds filling the streets

Once upon a time in a quiet provincial village
died a merchant struggling to atone for his sins
A lone swan flies away, with radiant crystal plumage
dyed crimson red with the blood of innocents

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© 2014 Lissa Clason

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    • mary615 profile image

      Mary Hyatt 3 years ago from Florida

      I enjoyed your poem very much. I envy people like yourself who write poetry, it is a true art form.

      I voted this Hub Up, etc

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      Taiwo Kareem 3 years ago from Salford

      this is interesting and great considering the fact that you made i into a rhythmic poetry format. keep it up

      Voted up + whatever the hub stats may ask

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      A strong lesson of life gone astray. Thanks for sharing. whonu