[SCA-AE] A Poem for Rannveig
fridrikr at rochester.rr.com
Sun Dec 19 13:13:07 EST 2010
Today is Mistress Rannveig's birthday. In her honor and memory, the poem I wrote for her & presented to Viscount Alexander this past summer. If you have seen it before, please pardon me for taking up your time.
Mute Death's sable minion
moves to muffled drumbeat.
raven-clad still rider
raises fiercesome spear shaft.
Blind Hoð's deadly dark tipped
dart brings glooming heartache;
brooding stormclouds baleful
broke by lightnings' white fire.
Regal crimson court stands
corbie-clad in mourning;
noble gift-friend fallen
fell Death's thegn has slain him.
Sword trees white girth'd sturdy
stumble adzed like lumber;
wine-dark drink of war hawks
wends to pools unending.
See how spear maid silent
stands shaft's tip bears banner;
Tyr's longship waits swan white
shines bright gainst night's mare.
Battle Freyja bold and
brazen turns back gazes ---
glowers from Glitnis rider
greedy Fenris feeder.
Growling Hell spawn's ghastly
groan rings out "thus die all".
daring spear slope dauntless
dreads not Death's fell head song.
Ash shaft tilts, point aims true,
eye slot finds and drives home;
battle serpent bites deep
brand-Sif's mind-stone breaches.
Spear maid falls as foeman
fades Death's fell sword bite stayed.
swan white hearts hall scarlet
stained. hot wound-surge draining.
Noble ring-jarl kneels down
new tears fall to yew stand;
Heaven's wheel lights homeland ---
high the praise for Rannveig.
Oðin's maidens make their
master's army vast and
hang her shield in Herjans
hall. sword trees sing greeting.
Under high flung earth tent
evil threatens always;
good folk look for guidance ---
gracious lady, save them.
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