Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Her Excellency

There is a power that’s not born in Swords,
Nor which is passed down by Royal decree,
But is a force before which mighty lords
Are swift to obey voluntarily.

The Lady who possesses this command
Wields it with a subtle influence;
The strength of steel made velvet in her hand;
Born of wisdom, and of common sense,

Not to exalt herself, or feed her pride,
But in the service of the common good.
Her kindness is renowned the kingdom wide;
Her merry spirit known, and understood.

The poet dips his pen in humble art
When in the presence of this noble heart

Monday, November 19, 2007

Sirona's Prize

Who can flog you like a wrecking ball,
And then bake cookies, pleasing one and all?
Who’s skill with needle far surpasses art?
Who reigns o’er Bedlam with a mother’s heart?
Who dances with a rapier in her hand?
Could only be our Sirona Boann;
Who has found favor in our Royal’s eyes,
And comes today prepared to fight her prize.
For our Noble Crown’s appointed her
Companion of the Argent Rapier;
And she invites all students of the blade,
Upon this field, with banners all displayed,
To bring your swords, and put her to the test.
Come, members of the MOB, the CAR, the rest.
Come with your swords, held in a steady grip,
To revel in the Art of Swordsmanship.
The Lady’s pleased and proud to show her skill.
Just tell her who to feed, to clothe, or kill.