Poetry, by Thomas Castemont

This is a beautiful, dark leatherbound notebook with many blank pages. The book is meant to be filled with more notes over time.

On the cover of the book engravings have been made into the leather depicting various flowers including Mallow, Cornflower, Rose and Lavender.

The flowers coil around what looks like a heavenly gate designed as a passage way between the Seven Heavens and the Material Plane itself.

A simple green and yellow braided bookmark is attached to the notebook trimmed with fine golden strands.

Note 1: Threads of Community by Thomas Castemont

Amidst the bustling city's beat,
Where dreams ascend and hearts explore,
Hands entwined, we find our seat,
In unity, our spirits soar.

Each soul a thread within the weave,
Of this vibrant, interconnected place,
In lifting others, we too receive,
The gift of grace, the warm embrace.

Together, like a forest strong,
Where every tree lends shelter true,
We stand as one, where we belong,
In empathy and kindness grew.

Through trials faced and burdens shared,
We find our purpose, clear and bright,
In lifting those whose hearts are bared,
We mend the world with shared delight.

So let us build, and let us mend,
This tapestry of hope and care,
For in supporting, we transcend,
And find our richness everywhere.

        Day 16, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 182 AR (1382 DR)
        Thomas Castemont       

Note 2: A Kingdom Rising by Thomas Castemont

In the heart of Cordor, where dreams unfold,
A tale of heirs, of courage untold.
Born of the King and Queen, noble and true,
A legacy of valour, in deeds they'll imbue.

The heirs of Cordor, with hearts aflame,
In their veins, flows the kingdom's name.
With valour, they'll stride, with bravery, they'll lead,
A dynasty destined to meet every need.

Law and order, their city's decree,
A realm of justice, where all may be free.
The Blue Eagle banners, proudly they'll rise,
Symbolizing a kingdom that ever defies.

Bravery and kindness, their guiding light,
In the darkest of hours, banishing night.
Fairness their sceptre, justice their throne,
In the kingdom's embrace, seeds of hope sown.

Cordor shall prosper, under their reign,
A symphony of progress, a harmonious gain.
For the people, their every care,
A promise fulfilled, in the royal air.

A future bright, like the morning sun,
The heirs of Cordor, their journey begun.
Through trials they'll tread, with resilience in stride,
A legacy unfolding, in Cordor's pride.

So let the Blue Eagle banners ascend,
A symbol of hope, a kingdom to mend.
In the heirs' rule, Cordor shall soar,
To a future bright, forevermore.

        Day 12, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR (1382 DR)
        Thomas Castemont

Note 3: The Blue Eagle by Thomas Castemont

In the Kingdom of Cordor, where shadows dance,
A tale unfolds, a kingdom's chance.
Evil Imateri, a shadowed alliance,
Scheming in silence, under a corrupt reliance.

Cordor's government, a structure so grand,
Collapsed under the weight of corruption's hand.
Cordor's collapse, a painful divide,
Yet from ashes, new stories reside.

Lady Maydall, a spirit wronged,
Her heart seeking vengeance, her soul prolonged.
Upon the ghost ship, in the moonlit night,
She found her revenge, bathed in spectral light.

Through misty seas, where echoes weep,
The Queen's Revenge sailed on the midnight deep.
Lady Maydall's wraith, no longer distressed,
Found her rest, her soul finally blessed.

Yet in Cordor's heart, a different strife,
Drachbor's forces sought to claim life.
Cordor's fields, where Drow fell,
Andunor's downfall, a longed-for farewell.

Lords at war, Amn and Waterdeep's might
Clashed in streets and seas, in the dim moonlight.
The Lord's War echoed through every stone,
A kingdom's fate in the battles unknown.

Guldorand and Cordor, a tension untamed,
A delicate balance, a kingdom's name.
Forces entwined in a dance of strife,
A struggle for control, shaping Cordor's life.

In the Kingdom of Cordor, shadows may fade,
But tales linger on, in memories made.
Of ghostly revenge and noble sacrifice,
A kingdom's destiny, a roll of the dice.

        Day 11, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR (1382 DR)
        Thomas Castemont

Note 4: 'Whole Again', by Thomas Castemont

In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,
A whispered promise gently breathes.
No need to shatter, no need to break,
For healing blooms, a dawn to wake.

Embrace the light, let warmth unfold,
Within your heart, let love take hold.
No more echoes of the past's refrain,
You're whole again, free from pain.

In scars, a story, resilience spun,
A journey told, battles won.
The strength within, a steady flame,
No need to bear the weight of shame.

Rise like the sun on morning's crest,
In every beat, find strength to invest.
You're a tapestry of strength and grace,
No need for brokenness to trace.

Through gentle whispers of the wind,
A melody of hope, a tune to mend.
No need to feel the weight of chains,
For in your spirit, freedom reigns.

Hold on to dreams, let them ascend,
A symphony of joy, let it transcend.
In every heartbeat, a resilient amen,
You don't need to feel broken again.

So stand tall, like trees in the glen,
You're whole, complete, born again.
No more fragments, no more pain,
In your own light, forever reign.

        Day 16, Month 5 (Mirtul), 182 AR (1382 DR)
        Thomas Castemont   

Note 5: Heavenly Fire by Thomas Castemont

In the dark of night I lie awake,
Cold sweat upon my skin,
Dreams haunt me for every mistake,
Remembering where I have been.

The wounds healed, but scars still remain,
Twisting and turning, memories clutch
A dull numbing, everlasting pain
In every shadow and every corner always too much

But yours is a life bright as the sun,
Filled with hope and fuelled with love,
Our journey has only just begun,
Like an angel you are, sent from above.

You give me hope, you inspire
Music and song like a Heavenly choir,
There is nothing more that I would desire,
My love inside burning like fire.

        Day 8, Month 9 (Eleint), 178 AR (1378 DR)
        Thomas Castemont