Tirost/Poetry

Sonnets

Elvish Sonnet

Context: Written for Mysterys and performed during Tirost's audition for the Tavern Troupe.

Have you ever loved an elf?
'Tis not easy, please believe,
Though passion be so truly felt
To risk one's heart with grief

By gazing long in sparkling eyes
Or kissing dimpled cheeks,
For I, ere long, will waste and die
And another love she'll seek,

For then I'll lie in darksome grave
While beauty graces she,
And thoughts of me will surely fade,
Though this gives some relief:

The love for her I have right now
Outweighs a thousand years without.

Mystylaine and Rekon Wedding Sonnet

Context: Written and performed for the wedding celebration of Mystylaine and Rekon.

These rolling waves that break upon the shore,
Sometimes pulling, sometimes reaching, in a
Cycle endless – so too does love endure,
Though in motion, yet never quite the same.

So too, sweet friends, may your love forever
Push and pull you together, and make strong
The loving bonds that all here now tether
Between Mysty and her belov'd Rekon

Let no pain or cold fear unlatch these hearts,
Fair gods and goddesses of love divine -
But keep them strong together or apart,
And like the timeless stars, let their love shine!

So raise a glass with me, dear friends, and cheer:
Joy to our friends for all the coming years!

Odes

For Annais

Context: Written for Annais when she and Tirost were getting to know each other, and was performed in part at their wedding.

O my friend Annais!
How I thank the gods
That you are not a human,
And I am no Kaldar,

Else there would be no other choice,
But to summon all my skill,
Seeking nothing but your heart
To win forever with my quill!

And when one day they’d find me,
In some lonely, distant cave,
Tomes they’d find beside my corpse,
And they’d turn from page to page,

And every word they find there
Of my muse’s peerless verse,
Would sing of all your virtues,
Poets through out time would then rehearse

All the poems that you brought to life
Sung on high to kings and queens!
And poor folks who found themselves in love,
And find there ecstasy!

But hidden in that timeless verse,
Would hold a phantom pain,
That one could never quite pin down,
But feel it in one’s veins,

For the poet who had penned that verse
Would in a moment sacrifice
All the verse he’d ever write
To gaze at stars fast by your side,

For nothing I could ever write
Will get so near the mark
To represent with petty words
The living poem that you are.

But the gods are full of mercy,
And fate had us divide,
You a lovely Kaldar,
And I of human kind.

For the Celebration of Ilithi Culture

Context: Written and performed for the poetry contest at the Celebration of Ilithi Culture. This entry won first prize.

I thank you for the privilege
To sing my muse’s song
Though I am not Ilithi,
My heart belongs to one.

So let me weave with verdant words
A garland for this faire
With every word a blossom
For all of us to share.

For though our past is checkered
With drops of bitter blood,
Between us all I do believe
There is still hope for love!

For heroes do I see here!
With swords and bows and staffs,
And healers and performers,
with wits that make me laugh!

And though Ilithi culture
Is more than any single race,
Let me sing of elven folk
Who shape our current age,

For when dread forces seek to march
Folk in chains do they prefer,
It is a warrior’s honor
To cast spells with Mordimer,

And after hard fought victory,
Drink a cup of something strong,
With charismatic Synamon
While Allye sings a song!

Or debate a magic theory
With Voyle or Kehlbins wise,
Or take my wounds to Kaelie
When I cannot find my wife.

And Lydena and Bellicia
Make sure we’re never bored,
They share artistic genius
Like no others in the world!

O folk of fair Ilithi!
And this city, brilliant Shard
May gods rain upon you blessings!
May you shine ever like a star!

Let not the past our future dim
With prejudice and hate,
But dream what we together
United will create!

And when we’ve come together
We've been nothing less than great
And these fair times we live in now
Are Elanthi’s golden age!

Ballads

The Ballad of Lasika

Context: Tirost interviewed Lasika in Dirge, and asked her about if he could hear of one of her greatest adventures. He develped the following ballad and performed it as a part of the Tavern Troupe's Concert in the Corner.

O sing, my dancing, happy muse,
Whose feet on sunshine tap
Of tales from hapless Lasika,
Who goat’s milk loves to lap,

Begin the tale in days gone by
‘Fore Lasi’s mane was shaved
When missions she and all her team
Fought for matters then most grave.

Though Lasika and her trusted friends,
Of Prydaens and Rakash,
And others who perhaps like me
Came from different stock,

Tracked a dang’rous necroman
Through paths of Therengia,
But spent more time with drink at Inns
Than in fights for Kermoria,

If Lasika you’ve seen or met,
You know she has great charm,
But then she was, or so I’m told,
One to raise alarm

From all true folk of virtue,
Who felt the tug of lust
For the stories of her in those days
Would make the maidens blush!

And while drinking with her mates
One night, by an abby at an Inn,
She met a gorgeous Rakash gal
And seduced her with her grin –

Or, my happy, laughing muse,
Had it more to do with drink?
But let us not split many hairs,
Be she left Lasi with a wink.

So late that night, swift Lasika
Took her hook and rope,
And scaled the wall that stood between
Her and the heart she'd smote.

And crept she through the abby
Where her lovely Rakash slept,
And swiftly through the abby's halls,
Into her lover's bed she swept.

Waking with her soft caress,
Lasi took her lover's hand,
And the two then made their way
To make good on Lasi's plan!

O radiant muse, who sings all things,
Hint but do not tell!
Of all the wild, passionate things
Which that night befell

Those lovers sweet in moonlight,
'Tween Pryd'n and Rakash
That but for the empath's touch
Would still mark Lasika!

And when the morning sun arose,
And the abby stirred to life,
What Las had thought a storage place
Was the abbots chambers nigh,

And though deaf to all the night before
The impassioned, wild cries
Still, though old, the abbot had
The working of his eyes,

And he took Lasi by the ear
And cast her out from there
But she regretted not a bit
What she and her lover shared.

O thank you, brilliant Lasika
For the food you feed my muse
She hopes to do you honor
With this song we sing for you!

The Ballad of Galain

Context: Tirost was raise on stories of the legendary Warrior Mage Galain, and he wrote the following ballad as a way to celebrate and remember him. The following was preformed by Tirost and Casimira as a part of the Tavern Troupe's Lover's Day Celebration.

Tirost:

O sing! My gentle, happy muse
Of a time ago long past,
When Galain wandered far and wide,
A mage which none surpass!
He stood before the North East Gate,
The Crossing under seige,
By orcish raiders armed with rage
To crush our happy state.
Galain whispered magic words,
and traced a 'metric sign,
And swung with all his eleven grace
A blade that severed life!
Many foes he put to death
To keep the people free
But faced he then the ugly,
The orcs's greatest chief.
Through fire blasts and lighting,
Like Saragos loves to cast,
Galain harnessed all his mana
and with his sword he danced.
The chieftain was too mighty,
And gave a belly laugh:
To drag away Galain's dead corpse
Would be his triumph bad!

Casi:

But then there came a music!
Quite soft it was at first,
Like the gentle woodland breeze
Or sound of lapping sea -
But rising like a breaching whale
The aria swelled more,
And from behind this fearsome orc
Liana let her arrow soar!
It plunged into the orcish neck,
And fell him to the ground,
And Liana quick to Galain sprang,
Inspired by the sound
Of her voice which saved him,
And though his Elvish pride,
She helped him stumble to the door
Of the empath guild hard by.

Tirost:

O, who are you lady? Who have saved my life,
With auburn hair and hazel eyes
I've never seen your like.

Casi:

But the sun was setting,
And Yavash ruled the sky,
And quickly turned she from him
And left without goodbye.

Tirost:

As soon as he recovered,
Galain sought her far and wide.
His trusty familiar searched her
Wherever she might hide.
One day the familiar found her,
by a sacred pool,
And Galain sped to be there,
And learn all that he could.
Who are you, noble lady?
Whose voice is sweet and strong,
Whose bow and skill has saved me,
But who from me turned and run?

Casi:

Stay back, good War Mage Galain,
For know you not my curse!

Tirost:

I do not care! cried Galain -
Not scared of magic black -
But I pledge you now my only heart,
And never take it back.

Casi:

Through hazel eyes then filled with tears,
Liana smiled at Galain,
For long she'd sought a partner,
Someone for whom to sing.

Tirost:

He took a rose that grew nearby,
And offered prayers to gods,
And bonded with Liana there
At the sacred bog.
Now tell me of this evil curse
That presses on your heart;

Casi:

Said she then, it's the worst thing,
Each night I become a shadowling -
But this choice I freely give you,
Partner of my life,
Would you like me handsome fair
In the darkness or the light?
If you wish me fair by day,
You'll be the envy of your friends
Whom my charming graces
Can never then offend.
Or by night, my love, I may be fair
For you alone to know,
But all your friends will in the day
Laugh as I blurp and drool,
Regurgitating foulest trash
As all shadowlings must do.

Tirost:

Galain stood and pondered,
Showed the essence of his heart:
I cannot say for you, my love,
Which would better be.
You must choose which form to take
To live most happily.

Casi:

She pulled him in and kissed him!
And tears she happy shed,
For then the curse was broken,
For her true love she had met!

Tirost:

Together ever after,
They of truest bond
Fought together often,
And enjoyed good many songs!
And when their time had drifted
Past their mortal skein
They walked the starry road together
Into realms unseen!

Duet for Enwah and Nuvalli

Context: Written by Tirost for the wedding of Enwah and Nuvalli at the House of the Floating Reed in Shard, and performed as a duet with Casimira.

Tirost:

All alone is how I used to feel when then I'd raise my eyes,
And gaze in wonder on a winter's night upon the starry sky!

Casi:

Yearned I for a partner when I'd raise my eyes above,
And felt I like a meteor, alone, and without love!

Tirost:

And slowly did my feet then tread under Xibar's gloam,
For no comfort could I summon then, no you to call me home.

Casi:

And cold were then my fingers blue that knew no lover's touch,
Like a naked tree that stood against a winter's gust!

Tirost:

But O! when then I met you, Love, a fire lit my eyes!
And all about you seemed to glow - an aura seemed to rise!

Casi:

And all the words you spoke to me were a comfort I'd not known,
They made me want to know you deep, and keep you for my own!

Tirost:

The stars did wheel above us bright as the seasons turned and past,
And each time that I could meet with you, I prayed the strength to ask -

Casi:

Anything of me, my love, you need only say the word,
For if you felt my beating heart, you could only be assured -

Tirost:

That I could never leave you, Love! You are the world to me!
And I should be the soul of joy if my wife you should be!

Casi:

And will you be my husband, Love, the partner of my life?
To walk with me now hand in hand through happiness and strife?

Tirost:

By the gods, I swear it now! My love shall never bend!
And when in time you walk the starry road, I'll be there at it's end.

Casi:

And when some other lonely souls look upon the starry skies,
There they'll find our constellation bright, a brilliant, holy guide!

Tirost:

To grace with light our skies of night and teach then for all time,
The joy that you have brought to me since our lives have intertwined!