The Selected Works of Alister Wailer

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Alister Wailer (Naumarian: Alistar Vailer) was a Haeseni courtier, poet, and knight in the service of Kings Petyr I, Andrik II, and Marus I, and one of the most famous of the Haeseni Stranniks (poet-knights) of the Johannian Era. Much of his works, many unpublished in his notes, were lost following the Fall of Karlsburg in the First Northern War (including his lost epic poem, the Mariad), though the collection that survive have remained a cornerstone of Haeseni literary and poetic tradition. Alister died following the Battle of Elba due to an infected arrow-wound, and was one of the few ignoble individuals of the age given a royal funeral by the state.

 

(Ooc: Full credit to @floop who wrote all these, posting so they aren’t lost in the jungle of google docs)

 

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THE SELECTED WORKS OF ALISTER WAILER

 

WRITTEN BY THE HAND OF

ALISTER WAILDER

 

PUBLISHED BY

HIEROMAR LUDOVAR THE ELDER, SSE

 

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SOLDIER’S SONNET

 

When I look out to the North  what I see

It brings joyous tears to mine wide eyes

I will pray the creator hears my plea

I will fight and shout  to the very skies

 

Creator protect this beautiful land

With its Illustrious pines, and frosty air

Wise one I beg thee please guide my hand

So that I may truly protect its heir

  

From Karlsburg’s stone walls high they stand with might

To the wild unkempt untamed Northmarch of  freedom

The great white expanse will shine  gloriously bright

Each man with the liberty GOD guaranteed  him

 

Loyal golden crows of the north heed my word        

Loyal golden crows of the north march for’rd

 

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LIMERICK NO. 1

 

There was a man from Haense

In his **** he did feel pains

So he cut it off

And now all the ladies scoff

It seems they don't want his brains

 

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A VILLANELLE ON SACRIFICE

 

What truly is Sacrifice?

Is it a personal burden each man must carry?

Perhaps tis’ permanent or a moment in life that must be given once, or twice, or thrice?

 

A punishment for our greed, and avarice?

Is it with the grain or contrary?

What truly is Sacrifice?

 

A response to every human vice?
Is there only one thing to give or does it vary?

Perhaps tis’ permanent or a moment in life that must be given once, or twice, or thrice?

 

Is it esoteric or precise?

The focus of life or ancillary?

What truly is Sacrifice?

 

Oh creator what is the price?

Simply a way to keep us wary?

Perhaps tis’ permanent or a moment in life that must be given once, or twice, or thrice?

 

How does one open the doors to paradise?

On this I shall wonder till my body they bury.

What truly is Sacrifice?

Perhaps tis’ permanent or a moment in life that must be given once, or twice, or thrice?

 

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THE STORY OF WILLIAM BRANDYNUCK

 

I once knew a gambler named William Brandybuck

Now  Billy Brandynuck had a lot of luck

Until one day in the stables a mare did buck
I yelled “duck”

He yelled “****”

And that was the end of Billy Brandybuck

 

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A POEM FOR THE HIGHLANDS

 

When the sun sets in the west it can warm the coldest heart you see
And The heartlanders have their fields and flowers so beautiful, and gay  

But when I look out at those misty pines I know there is nowhere I’d rather be

For the North is my land, and it is so much more than clay

The beauty of other regions is ephemeral, oh sadly so

But not the glory of Haense, oh no

 

I have felt the North’s  pure snow on my shoulder

I have been in Haense and felt the frost nip the air

With its unparalleled beauty there is nowhere I’d rather grow older

Oh yes I have seen Haense and I know I must be there

From its misty mountains strong and high

To the clear blue northern sky

 

Let the bells of Haense’s freedom ring

 

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HAIKUS FOR A LOST FRIEND

 

Fur as white as snow

A Smile as bright as the sun

Gone too soon my friend
 

When my Kingdom comes  

I will see you there for me

On the other side friend

 

The clock of time ticks

Oh Until we meet again

Reunited my friend

 

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KING PETYR’S POEM

 

What is the meaning of this loss?
Is it a source of sorrow, of inspiration?

A bridge together we must cross?

A silent shout that echos through our nation?

 

‘Tis the loss of a father

‘Tis the pain of a daughter

‘Twill bring us farther

‘Twill make us stronger

 

Perhaps it just is

That everybody dies

But we shall carry the legacy of his

Legends live  in highlander, hearts, minds, and eyes.

 

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SONETTA NO. 5 [SONETTA FOR THE SEASONS]

  

Were I to Compare thine beauty to that of a new Spring

It would  simply be unkind to do the season such a disservice

For I have seen you when the flowers bloom, I have seen the luster you bring

Oh yes I have seen your stride in the springtime and how you leave the men nervous

 

Shall I compare thine eloquence  to the winds of winter?

Of course not, for your charisma can not be questioned

Oh, your words, the coldest hearts they splinter

Clear as ice, pure  as snow, for legend they are destined

 

If I were to compare thine wit to the nip of fall

It would not be fair, for your mind is sharper than the storms of autumn

Tis’ now that I see why you leave them befuddled at every ball

Oh When they hear you speak, no man will be able to forget what you taught ‘em

 

Shall I compare thine voice to the tender sunshine of summer?

It would not be fair to the season, for in your heart you have the song of the birds

My lady I have heard thee sing, and they melody can be matched by no bard, or drummer

You have left me awestruck, for in your voice is all is beautiful from poems, to idle words

 

Nay My lady I Shan’t Compare thee to a season, for ephemeral their beauties are

Oh yes thine qualities are not so fleeting, truly you are a shining star