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Saxon Lamentation

He rode up from the south
He swept through like a plague
He burned our lands
And slaugtered our people
Before we had the chance
To ready the shield-wall.
They called him "Charles the Great"
They called him Charlemagne
To us he was nothing but a usurper,
A coward who murdered us in the night
Before we could stand.
We went to the Danes,
to where Beowulf sat in Herot.
They said
"We must go down to them.
We must meet their iron with ours".
All the chiefs came and held the moot.
They knew that even the might of all the Ice-folk
Would not withstand his onslaught.
What they did know,
was that the Drekkar would strike fear into their hearts.
Then Donar's great oak was cut down.
The tree of the mighty one groaned
And fell upon the earth.
The Irminsul was cut down,
the great monument that held up the sky.
Though Midgard did not fall,
Every part of our world did.
Our seax-blades were broken,
we fell in those forests we knew and loved.
We fought long and we fought hard.
But in the end we were felled.
Our northern kin stood fast though, even after we died.
They fought the southern *******.
They showed him that his deeds
Would be avenged.
They became lightning-raiders,
All who then stood against them fled
Before the swirling shields and
Bright-iron of the Norsemen.
The axes of our people learned the taste of blood.
The songs in our Hea_then Hearts were still sung,
And the fire in our eyes flew down upon them.
Like a storm.



I wrote this poem some time ago. It will be among the first I sing and play with the lyre I am making. I hope it invokes some emotion in you.

-Defender


Tue Aug 02, 2016 3:48 pm
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This is a beautiful piece. It brought chills and tears. You have a wonderful gift, Skald. Thank you. Stormr


Tue Aug 02, 2016 11:06 pm
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Very nice.


Sun Aug 07, 2016 12:38 am
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DefenderofMountains wrote:
Saxon Lamentation

He rode up from the south
He swept through like a plague
He burned our lands
And slaugtered our people
Before we had the chance
To ready the shield-wall.
They called him "Charles the Great"
They called him Charlemagne
To us he was nothing but a usurper,
A coward who murdered us in the night
Before we could stand.
We went to the Danes,
to where Beowulf sat in Herot.
They said
"We must go down to them.
We must meet their iron with ours".
All the chiefs came and held the moot.
They knew that even the might of all the Ice-folk
Would not withstand his onslaught.
What they did know,
was that the Drekkar would strike fear into their hearts.
Then Donar's great oak was cut down.
The tree of the mighty one groaned
And fell upon the earth.
The Irminsul was cut down,
the great monument that held up the sky.
Though Midgard did not fall,
Every part of our world did.
Our seax-blades were broken,
we fell in those forests we knew and loved.
We fought long and we fought hard.
But in the end we were felled.
Our northern kin stood fast though, even after we died.
They fought the southern *******.
They showed him that his deeds
Would be avenged.
They became lightning-raiders,
All who then stood against them fled
Before the swirling shields and
Bright-iron of the Norsemen.
The axes of our people learned the taste of blood.
The songs in our Hea_then Hearts were still sung,
And the fire in our eyes flew down upon them.
Like a storm.



I wrote this poem some time ago. It will be among the first I sing and play with the lyre I am making. I hope it invokes some emotion in you.

-Defender



To ye who defends the sacred places of the gods,
A fellow Odinist who fights the rising odds

A fellow am I, whose roots of red stem from Saxon lands,
A place that had been held within our enemies hands

Anhaga are we still, your words remind me so,
Whose intent i felt and caused much stir and flow.

For in every defeat there is a lesson to learn,
Life is a gift that each of us must earn.

Follow the wyrd string of fate that have been laid,
And always remember, wyrd bid ful araed.


Fri Jun 02, 2017 3:45 am
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I am grateful there are those amongst us who are able to put words such as these to paper for I do not have the gift. Thank you gentlemen. Stormr


Fri Jun 02, 2017 3:56 am
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Thanks a bunch Storm and Bjorn. A friend of mine translated this to Old English for me, before i became familiar enough to do it myself (Like i did with my two most recently posted poems.)


Sat Jun 03, 2017 10:43 pm
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History repeats itself, doesn't it? Then, why, are we so quick to forget it and further repeat it?


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