Marister's Poems

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((ooc these have all been performed publicly and is why they are here and not creative.)( please do not reply here  you can also hit a like if you do.

These are just the poems not the rp which went with them. That is still in the Poem Corner))

* In an elegant journal Marister rewrites the songs and poems he has performed since his time in Cormyr*

Marister's Poem from Shieldmeet 2016


Marister: * It would be a free verse poetic song* Easy cadence. His voice Capella, a warm tenor with a pleasing honey tone* *

To those keen on the nuances would feel it a deep and personal with joy and sadness mixed in* *hums* *takes a deep breath*



"Gather round all ye. A tale of journey I have for thee.


The boy, a lonely lad was he. Preferred animals for company. An orphan and oft alone, no family to call his own.

A local Elven bard saw him and said, "Come with me, for you shall be our family.

The boy grew and learned about the wilds. A quick study was he. Though husbandry of the land was not all he learned.

Healing of animal and man. He had a gentle hand.


Time was at hand for he to wed yet an overshadow of dread.

Upon a simple boat one day, his happiness was torn away.

Taken to a dark land. Cruel to animal and man."


Though struggled he, a life he manged though he was not yet free. Once again the dark shadow of dread hang o'er his head.

In haste he had to flee, leaving all he held dear."

Arriving in the new land made him feel like a boy no longer a man.

All he knew was gone.Yet an unknown voice was urging him on, saying the darkness will be pierced by the dawn."
The man walked and got to know the land. A feeling of calm and peace came. The voice forming a name.
He felt the forest, all the trees and the animals acknowledged him knowingly.


In a dream at Eldath"s shrine, he heard the voice of the divine.
He awoke and looked around, a miniature unicorn statue was found.

He smiled for his questing was at an end. He would now be Forest friend
For he was now of the Forest Queen, Mielikki. He would be her Needle, her champion.

A guardian of wood and beasts. He would heal those injured both man and beast. "



Now my tale is done

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Frost Fair Poem 2017

Orichan Carrian: anyone else want to sing for us?

Marister: It would be more of a poem. Guess i have been drafted. *hums* *looks about* *his voice would be a warm honeyed tenor*

Lilith Starling: *smiles and nods, her eyes on Marister*

Ellena Davis: *merry look* Please, Marister...I haven't heard you in a while.

Valera Serena: *looks up at Marister expectantly*


After everything settles Marister begins. It is free verse,


"A lone silhouette of a man on a hill staring at the moon quite full
The stars were clear and bright when a vision came into his sight
A creature who gleamed in the bright moonlight

The creature stopped as he saw the man. Just studied him but had not ran
As the beast approached the man could see a white wolf ,a female she
They looked at each and analyze his for sapphire and her of ice blue eyes

Then slowly a silver shimmer around the wolf and a lady fair with snow white hair and skin so fair
The man smiled warmly but the woman stood and stared
She then smiled warmly and approached the man and gently took his hand
The pair then embraced then afterwards walked quietly from the place, hand and hand looking o'er the land.

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Marister's Poem from Shallybrook 2017


I greet you all today as a forest walker is my way.
Walk slow and calm
Listen, Listen,.... Hear the winds....., feel the gentle caress,
Hear the birds singing in their nests
Look ye at the trees and see a variety of life's history

The animals can teach us well
To know amongst nature, how to dwell,
Listen to the babbling brook and streams
Sit by their banks and have pleasant dreams

The creatures are friends, kin
Be respectful walking the forest within The forest can provide what one needs
from the simplest berry to the water reeds

If one tread with care ,one can watch the bear or the deer
Should you seek the animal for meat respect the life given to eat
Thank the animal and use it all ,fur, skin, teeth and claw
If you can not use all you take, bury the animal and pray for its sake
For as it will return to the soil as will you after your mortal toil

Respect the forest way
For as Mielikki says "The wild ways are good ways".

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Marister's Poem 10/1/17

Marister: I will sing a verse I wrote myself
This season is the most holy to My Lady
Marister: *Capella a warm honey tenor tone free verse and soft cadence*
Marister: *hums and begins*



Autumn has come to all
Crisper breeze and leaf fall
Golden pumpkins and apples red
Are made into pies and spiced bread
The changing of the scene
Trumpets the Season of the Forest Queen
Red brown and green is the mantle of the Forest Queen
Golds, reds and browns are the colors of her gown
The autumn air cool and clean, the forest beauty to be seen
As always ,when you walk in the wood this should be understood
Care of plants and creatures great and small
As the woods belong to us all.

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Soul Harvest Poem- 11/5/17*

Mysterious Night

" The wolf will prowl, the wolf will howl
on this mysterious night

To the harvest moon the wolf will croon,
on this mysterious night

The dead they say, walk this day
On this mysterious night

We dress, we play
on this mysterious night

We can be farmers or fools
on this mysterious night

Oh the food we eat ,the people we meet
on this mysterious night

When the midnight bells peal, all is revealed
on this mysterious night
As the revelers leave, can all that was seen, be believed
on this mysterious night."

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Suzail Feb 4 2018- MARISTER'S POEM

Tell Me

A tale I tell for you today. Of a bard inspired to play
There, once in a garden fair, a happy pair
A bard and his love so fair
They had walked a while that day. As the soon positioned at noon,
The bard was inspired to compose a tune
Sitting at his lady's feet, with his lute he began to strum
Notes and music he began to hum

" Oh maiden, maiden tell me true!
What can grow without the dew!
What can burn for years and years!
What can cry and shed no tears?"

His lady flattered truth be told. Giggles at the questions bold
She replied,

"Silly lad, the answers true

A stone can grow with out the dew
Love can burn for years and years
A heart can cry and shed no tears."

The bard ,his eyes open wide
Looked at his lady with great pride
He looked at her and she at him.
They stood and he set his lute in his case
He then took her in his embrace
Happiness radiant in his face.
Hand and hand the two did depart
Love having grown deeper in their hearts.

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7/1/18 Marister's Birthday poem for Davina.

Oh we are gathered here today
To celebrate the "Hatching Day"
Of a sassy lass made from brass
Although her actual day may have past
it is still a good reason to celebrate during this summer season
A birthday should be full of mirth
A festive celebration
One of song, food and jubilation
So let us raise our glass and give a toast
To our gracious hosts
As we raise our glass , Let us say
Happy Naming day!

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Midsummer Poem (2018)


The man woke up with the rising sun.
A ritual to be done.
He went to the shrine to pray
then set out on his way.

To a place carefully prepared the night before.
Gently as he worked the ground,
a sapling he planted down.
He continued his plantings with special care.
Sensing a special aura in the air.

After he was done he looked and noted the position of the sun.
He then carefully walked though the trees
towards the glen a silvery glow and mist within.
He held his breath in awe at the wondrous sight he saw
Many of silver horn and mane,
One stops and looks his way and gives out a silvery neigh
The man smiles as it looks his way.
He gently climbs upon the beast
A prayer of thanks to his Lady he hums and joins in the midnight run

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From Soul Harvest 2018

Ode to a Pumpkin

Marister: *speaks as he carves and holds up the pumpkin.
Oh what a sad fate my orange friend
Marister: *carves*
To meet such a grisly end
Marister: *looks back at the jack 'o lantern
Ah yes my friend I had forgot
Do not worry you shall not rot
You will long be remembered by more than I
As roasted seed and pumpkin pie

I now carve you mouth, nose and eye.

Another from Soul Harvest 2018

The Watcher

As a Guardian of the wood
I watch you sight unseen
As I serve the Forest queen
Respect her well or
No fouler beast shall you ever see
Set fire or burn to the ground,
A fierce howl shall be the sound
For hunt you down I shall and good
for the damage done to my "hood".

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Marister's Poem from the March 10th 2019 Phoenix Theater

"Fair of Hair, Fair of face
She who walks with grace
Long fine hair down to her waist
Her long hair does it flow,
at night catches the moon's glow
Eyes pale and blue,
Like the spring sky hue
Her smile warm and kind,
One rarely seen and hard to find
Her heart is pure and true.

Marister: *dramatic pause*

You wonder who this Lady Be?

She is my wife, my mate, my Lady Cassily."

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Marister's songs from Mar 24th Shallybrook Pot luck

Shally

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Jan 4 2020

The Poem - Darkness Falls

I awake in the dark no light no sound
Then suddenly the sound of the hound
The sound of dread constant in one's head
Suddenly, as the sound of the hound abates. A new horror awaits.
One looks to the ground no living thing found
Random circle of lights not enough to chase the fright.
As one walks around one hears another sound
More piercing than the first causes one to look above
At first purple clouds in a dark sky
Shapes from whole and parts taking on form
Souls ripped..... and torn.....
The sounds of the forlorn
Their wailing never ceased
Unaware of time and space, Unaware of their fate
Barely do their sounds abate then one hears the hounds of hate
One who is aware tries to flee yet dark chasms around he
Taking no more down on his knees, he pleas to be at ease
His prayers ignored he frantically seeks the door, an escape
It slammed in his face
How long?... Til the sounds be gone?

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Fireside Feasts March 22 2020

Passing the Torch

The man awoke, his sleep fitful and uneasy. He suddenly awoke an odd feeling came about him. He quickly dressed and rushed outside.
A white glow was seen in the distance. Still unnerved the man walked to the apparition.

He approached and the image became clearer. It was a unicorn white with a silver horn translucent as the full noon.

The creature motioned for the man to follow. The man did  and had dressed for the hunt should it need be.
They traveled in the long and winding forest putting down any foes they came across.

They approached a small alcove. The ghostly creature pawed at a spot in the ground the man helped him dig.
A satchel was found and inside there were a few trinkets and a diary
The man sat down as he read, a feeling of sadness and anger. The owner of this was prey for the high hunt.
As he read, he could see the woman and her steed nothing but bone running for their lives with the foul followers at there heels.

The woman knew the forest well , she and her steed managed to avoid being captured and thrown into the pot for eating.

The man closed the book tears of sadness and anger fell down his face.

With great reverence, he put the book back and carried the satchel.

The apparition looked weary and led the man to another place and started to dig. It collapsed leaving the man to continue. The man uncovered what was underneath, human and equine bones.
He set down the satchel and put the items in another bag.
With great reverence, he put in the bones of the woman and steed
He and the apparition went to the shrine. The man and the priestess buried the steed and woman in a part of the garden.
No sooner had they done so, the apparition of the woman and steed appeared healthy but ethereal.

They thanked the priestess and the man. Before they parted,the woman told the man "You have been granted the mantle, wear it well."
The Lady was Amber Brightmoon, Needle of Mielikki and her steed was Summermoon, a unicorn.

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A Floral Affair

" In the village of the hin

 Up on a hill the sound of laughter and music can be heard

The smells of cooking in the air

Gives one thoughts of a grand affair

The flowers are in perfect bloom

removing winter's gloom

Pink, red and blue

and even some a yellow hue

In the garden of the bards who play

do grant ease and happiness on this day

The gardens that we see

Honor the goddess Chauntea

Come all ye and gather round 

for the delightful sights and sounds.

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Jan 31 2021 Frost Faire

Marister: *He adjusts the gem on is staff* It reflects his sapphire blue eyes sparking like the gem. His voice is a warm honeyed tenor. He emotes at right places.

 " It is the first night of the winter solstice, It snows but the skies are clear. The stars and moon shining bright.
A lone figure desperately wrapped to stay the cold walks down from the hills towards the town below
As they approach they stop and see the warm glow.

Cautiously ,they enter looking around, the snow muffling the foot sound.
They hear a great sound, music and laughter abounds
Slowly staying in the shadows observing, trying to silence the growling of their stomach.
Suddenly a man appears, the figure jumped out of fear.

Uriel Cuthalion: *listens intently .. hanging on the story line*

Marister: The man says, do not fear, all are welcomed to receive blessings this time of year.

The small figure trembling as they stand, taking the mans hand.

Mynian Copperhand: *glances up occasionally to listen to the tale, gets out a small bit of writing coal to write something down*

Marister: As they approach the village, the figure"s eyes grow wide, yet cautious are they.
For a moment they froze in fear, like a deer.
Their fear soon faded away as they were given warm bread and soup as he sat down with the group.

Neckan Blake: *intrigued*

Marister: There were smiles all around as the figure ate without a sound.
So caught up in the warmth they did not hear the bell toll.
In panic ,they quickly rose and closed the hooded cloak over their clothes.
As the figure turns he hears a voice, who places a parcel in their hands smiling, The figure nods and sped, smelling the aroma of the bread.

Sybilwen: *finishes her water and standing behind the brazier, removes her gloves and hovers her sharpened nailed hands near the flames, light green eyes focused on Marister*

Marister: He goes back up to the hills no longer feeling the nights chills.

Marister: *bows* *dims the gem on the staff

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 The Haunted- (Souls Harvest 11/4/2023)

The Harvest moon large and golden in the sky. The smell of baking pumpkin pies.

The air crisp and clean, leaves of gold. red and green on the ground. The night was silent with out a sound.

Yet while the village sleeps something in the darkness creeps.

The shadowy figure walked with unnatural gait and paused at sounds and hesitates.

It looks through the windows of the homes unseen.

It stops at one and starts to become undone.

It sees a family at the table there all filled except one chair.

The chair is small but firm, it sees the chair and squirms.

It shakes and shivers and moves to cry yet a sudden move and it's on the fly.

To a stream he fled, it sat down by the river bed.

It slowly took a locket from a pouch and by the river it did crouch.

It open the locket and there was the family but without a chair bare.

It put the locket back with care and in the water it did stare.

The face misshapen and body bent. he then let out a loud lament.

He is just a boy you see, disowned by his family.

Not dead yet. he thought he should be, for he is now just a ghost, a memory.

Haunted by the life he once had, now just a homeless lad.