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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:31:24 GMT -5
((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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:32:57 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:33:24 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:35:14 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:35:44 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:39:05 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:40:26 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:41:47 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:42:19 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:44:35 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:46:25 GMT -5
Marister's songs from Mar 24th Shallybrook Pot luck
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Post by Animayhem on Jan 7, 2020 0:47:13 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Mar 29, 2020 16:33:02 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Apr 5, 2020 16:16:33 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Feb 1, 2021 2:00:37 GMT -5
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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Post by Animayhem on Nov 4, 2023 23:06:43 GMT -5
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.
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