Master Thoron Ravenoak - Fighter Poem - Terzanelle

Master Thoron Ravenoak

Forsakes the sunny beaches of Caid for the snowy reaches of Minnesota.

(Terzanelle*)

This is the hour when bards awake
Round campfires under starry skies
With songs and tales and throats a’slake.

Tall as an Oak and Raven-wise
Always a fixture with his harp
Round campfires under starry skies

Sat Thoron ‘quipt with ditties sharp
And tales of wondrous daring-do.
Always a fixture with his harp

Strumming his word-wings right on cue.
Many a bard has honed his skill
On tales of wondrous daring-do.

Now he has traveled over hill—
Silent his harp that sweetly taught
Many a bard to hone his skill.

All of Caid is now o’erwrought
Thoron has traded sea for lake.
Silent the harp that sweetly taught
With songs and tales and throats a’slake.

— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

... weaver of words and wadmal.

*the unholy get of Terza Rima and Villanelle