A response to IU's 'taken'. Narrative poem with many parts!

[Miss Smiles]

Hi IU, if you reading this poem, the poem is the response of your fanfiction and I don't own your plot. I've write narrative poem corresponding to your story.

This poem is dedicating to existing story in fanfiction 'Taken'.

A/N: I will update the poem with part 2 soon

I

Darkness is surrounded,

by all greys as visions filled

of nightmare Shinichi has see-

see at Ran lie on floor crumpled.

A worst mistake his enemy has done,

provoke the rage.

Under the night in tall tower

where has fight start,

Shinichi's rage has pit forward,

and launched himself into senseless fight

to end when he was captured.

Unfriendly and chilling eyes has met,

Watch the eyes of strange child

he claimed, he had not recognize.

His smile is politely cold,

and Shinichi had known him as Gin.

In his eyes his hope slowly dashed-

the moment he found himself captive.

He watched them return before he was been taken.

In gloomy cold cell he was locked in steely cuffs,

Shinichi see greys in the blackened room.

But he had not realized he is well remembered,

by his friends and an incredulous clad thief.

And his guardian Ran has broke down

In tears and all her cries drown but had not in vain-

Kazuha hears.

Heiji was livid.

[Wildheart888]

LOVE IT!!! xDD

[Miss Smiles]

A/N: I'm sorry for late reply!!! I know, I shouldn't abandon this but please forgive me. *dodge a table thrown at her* I've updated the second one. I don't own characters as they belong to Gosho and plot belong to IU in person.

II

All this started on day Conan was known missing.

The news spread like fire of link

non-stop through Osaka where Heiji heard

from television he received shock when reality sink

in his mind. Heiji took trip to Tokyo.

Followed by Kazuha, she had not met him,

only was there consoling Ran and suspecting Heiji

is up to something like rescue mission.

She never thought Heiji will hail a taxi

with white thief in disguise and charge as driver.

It lead to event Heiji could not think in wildest dreams.

At this moment Conan only can watched his captors

locked their prey in as target but Irish,

has plans no one knows but him only. His own chapter.

Conan has his own feeling his plans are to finish,

with only reason he himself are wanted alive.

Irish was that menacing,

responsible of his captivity and managing

the room was filled with darkness and hopelessness,

Conan believe he better off in prison spending

but lock in chains under Irish's icy cold watch.

All weapons Conan quipped were disarmed

except for badge in his pocket and no one suspect,

with amount of luck he has it in his palm

planning for escape and hope for helpful contact,

the extraordinary badge of Detective Boys

will lead traitor of Black Organization plan for rescue.

[Valkyrie]

I am jealous. I can't write poetry even if my life depend on it.

Great job!

[Miss Smiles]

I think you can also write poem, with amount of practice you can get hang of it. Thank you!

[Miss Smiles]

Disclaimer: I don't own characters as they belong to Gosho and plot belong to IU in person.

III

All plans were not on Haibara only,

she already suspected he once met trouble.

All she need was incentive plainly

and had heard of him speak when all was muddled-

Detective Boys already know the news.

They has their own plan and Genta

likes to call plan as Plan Braised Eel.

Ayumi was first who once call him panda

in past when she met trouble, now see

Conan hopelessly trapped but hear...

he ask for message relay through badge.

And Irish wasn't beside when he also plot revenge,

for deeds Gin was responsible of several death,

now drank coffee until he return before was robbed, breath-

was shattered the moment badge crushed under

the terrorist's foot with might, and anger.

His intolerable for his slight blunder,

he had not check every gadget and thought of hunger

of desire with dream to be praised by boss under his finger.

He locked hs eyes at the child,

'You better not try any tricks, Kudo Shinichi.'

And the child was left alone in dark room of despair.

The news of him being kidnapped and missing has reach police's ears.

All the clues, traces, and leads were impossible to find by pair

of police detectives who come to tower to search, as volunteer.

Fruitless search they now have leave them in despair,

but what left of plan has rest on teenage detectives, and Haibara.

[A L]

Wow \o/ *claps* maybe I should try poetry

[Miss Smiles]

Don't tease me. but poetry writing is fun. :wink:

[A L]

So clapping is teasing now?

[Miss Smiles]

the tongue. *saw the message and went off to see who send*

[Cindy-Chen]

This is really good!

I kinda wanna write poetry now. XP

[Kaze-rei]

It's relatively good. But I have some problems with it. (Sorry. Art Student here. )

Before I tell you what they are, what genre of poem is this?

[Miss Smiles]

ah, we have a member who understand poem writing. *smirk* As I said, it's narrative writing. There's no genre, but I think it's experimental writing. You've notice the form is a bit irregular and rhyming over the place? That's because I was inspired by one of the famous poet.

Bear in mind, poem is not a prose, prose emphasize on grammar! *wagging finger at Kaze* If you find few mistakes, of course, poem is itself similar as novel, no matter what how many times I write as a draft and eventually I still have to revise because poem still need to finalized for editing and professional writing. This is WIP narrative poem, Kaze-rei.

[Kaze-rei]

ah, we have a member who understand poem writing. *smirk* As I said, it's narrative writing. There's no genre, but I think it's experimental writing. You've notice the form is a bit irregular and rhyming over the place? That's because I was inspired by one of the famous poet.

Bear in mind, poem is not a prose, prose emphasize on grammar! *wagging finger at Kaze* If you find few mistakes, of course, poem is itself similar as novel, no matter what how many times I write as a draft and eventually I still have to revise because poem still need to finalized for editing and professional writing. This is WIP narrative poem, Kaze-rei.

Don't mock me. I didn't notice the grammar mistakes. I am not a grammar freak and I did notice that the rhyming is a little irregular but that was not what I saw.

So this is a WIP narrative poem. And a narrative poem is a genre on itself. And I didn't see it was a narrative poem and I am a little bit of a perfectionist so I don't expect people to share their WIP poems. Sorry to assume then.

So which famous poet inspired you? There are many that are famous and writes narrative poems.

[Miss Smiles]

I do find few mistakes, I'm also perfectionist. I'm sort of a poet who will check poem when I look through again. It's not also grammar, I have to check the poem does flow or not.

It's okay i forgive you. Stephen Vincent Benét inspire me, because I notice poem doesn't have to be fixed form of rhymes. I like one of the William Blake's poem, tyger tyger.

[Kaze-rei]

I do find few mistakes, I'm also perfectionist. I'm sort of a poet who will check poem when I look through again. It's not also grammar, I have to check the poem does flow or not.

It's okay i forgive you. Stephen Vincent Benét inspire me, because I notice poem doesn't have to be fixed form of rhymes. I like one of the William Blake's poem, tyger tyger.

I like Tyger Tyger as well... That is one of the first poems I read.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

I still remember every word of this wonderful poem. Have you read 'The Lamb'? It is the sister to Tyger Tyger.

And for Benét, my favourite will be 1936 and Lonely Burial.

[Miss Smiles]

Yep, William Blake is my favorite poet and inspire me to write lyrical poems.

[A L]

Poetry...I suck at it but I'll give it a go. Um, detective conan! ofc

There was once,

A great detective,

Shadows lurked,

In his blind perspective,

He looked back,

It was too late,

He fell and saw black,

the poison sealed his fate,

So we all learn this,

A little caution doesn't go amiss.

How is it? record time 20 seconds

[Kaze-rei]

*notes to self that he's just a beginner*

Good try for a first timer. But it don't really suit my taste. I like odes and ballads most.

[A L]

I got plenty of books on those. My dad M.A. english or something. Hang on.

I put my hat upon my head,

And walked into the strad.

And there I met another man,

Whose hat was in his hand.

Lol this guy makes no sense. Who is..ah William Woodsworth?

[Kaze-rei]

I got plenty of books on those. My dad M.A. english or something. Hang on.

I put my hat upon my head,

And walked into the strad.

And there I met another man,

Whose hat was in his hand.

Lol this guy makes no sense. Who is..ah William Woodsworth?

Lyrical poem with a 'a-b-a-b' sequence. It's also a ballad. It is okay as long as it makes sense.

The poem is part of Wordsworth Observations Prefixed to lyrical poems.

And this is not written by him. It's written by Dr. Johnson.

[A L]

5/5 mate. You even noticed the R and listed the sequence only expected the name and author but you knew it was lyrical. Hmmm... i think I can learn this.

[Miss Smiles]

It's pretty good!

zzzSSSzzz, the might of flying sound,

zzzSSSzzz, it came from Kogoro's mouth, a snore.

'Who the heck is tattooing?' asked Heiji, astound.

'Oh it's a train of snore for rattling night.' his voice then turn bored.

i write this for fun. XD

[Kaze-rei]

5/5 mate. You even noticed the R and listed the sequence only expected the name and author but you knew it was lyrical. Hmmm... i think I can learn this.

Sure you can. It's really easy. Only needed to attend a week of lessons for this and I'm okay with this already.

And what do you take me for? I am not that stupid...

It's pretty good!

zzzSSSzzz, the might of flying sound,

zzzSSSzzz, it came from Kogoro's mouth, a snore.

'Who the heck is tattooing?' asked Heiji, astound.

'Oh it's a train of snore for rattling night.' his voice then turn bored.

i write this for fun. XD

LMAO. Kogoro snoring...

Nice imagination!

My turn:

A night alone, this life I lead

Weary I was, with sense no more

A shadow came, my fate thus sealed

Weary, then darkness gave o'er

Very random. "O'er" is Old English for "over".

[Miss Smiles]

It's random! It's good!