Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 13 -Praise of Mars

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O unsheathed blade!

O furious reveler in battle’s shroud!

O burning pitch!

O heaving stone!

O roaring gullet!

O crushing hammer!

O stabbing spear!

O unleashed battle fury!

O peerless shield!

O unbowed helmet!

O armor-clad peacekeeper!

O ever-vigilant soldier!

O interlocked strength of the phalanx!

O ceaseless pounding of the pecker’s beak!

O ferocity of the pack’s hunt!

O sharpness of the bear’s claws!

O combat’s joining!

O warrior’s exaltation!

O the harvest’s joy!

O the founder’s friend!

O the ever-loving Father!

O the peerless Avenger!

O receiver of vows!

O fastidious preserver!

O bountiful huntsman!

O Supreme One!

O Victorious One!

O Ever-Holy Mars!

Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 12 -A Prayer for Dökkmóðir Nerthus

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Sink down sink down

The sacrifice

Down it goes, sinking slow

Bent and broke, bending low

The swamp swallows again

 

Look deep look deep

The soil

Beneath it sits, sifting silt

Sweet and dark, cleansing marsh

The swamp swallows again

 

The wagon is passed, the waters deep

Looming swamp

Pray to Her, Dökkmóðir

The murky depths that She keeps

Purified the waters rise

A Prayer to Týr and Forseti

Týr and Forseti, holy Lords of Justice!
Look down on what has happened in this nation
See the tears from mother’s eyes
Hear the screams from open mouths

See injustice heaped on injustice
Borne generation after generation
Indignity heaped upon indignity
Murder on murder

The ears of the authorities are shut -open them!
The eyes of the authorities are shut -open them!
The hands of the authorities are shut -open them!
The hearts of the authorities are shut -open them!

May every injustice be known
May every injustice be reckoned
May every injustice be paid for
May every injustice be set right

Týr, one-handed God Who sacrificed
Recognize the sacrifices
Of body, heart, reputation, and soul
Who risk themselves against wolves

Forseti, Lord of lawspeakers
Foremost of mediators,
Let justice be served in letter and life
Protection and power for the people

Holy Gods hear this prayer
Be swift and bless the nation
That justice is restored
That right relationship is reborn

Becoming an Ancestor Song

Becoming an Ancestor

My lines are behind me

Becoming an Ancestor

My Disir protect and guide

Becoming an Ancestor

My Väter protect and guide

Becoming an Ancestor

My Ergi protect and guide

Becoming an Ancestor

My þverr protect and guide

Becoming an Ancestor

My lineages protect and guide

Becoming an Ancestor

My kinfylgja protect and guide

Becoming an Ancestor

My fylgja protect and guide

I am becoming, becoming, becoming

An Ancestor

Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 10 -For Týr

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Your quiet countenance takes in the court

Machinations and movements laid bare

Like the sword and spear you wield

Truth cuts through and carves its path

 

Weregild and woe You witness

Wrong repaid and recompense made

Speech You give to the good heart

Who makes clear their case

 

Resolute, You are revered by the lawgiver

Honorable, You are worshiped by warriors

Gentle, You are requested by the wronged

Fierce, You are hailed in the holmgang

 

Your sacrifice saved the Nine Worlds

Your hand for Fenris given as gift for gift

Hýmir and Óðinn’s holy Son

May hails ever be heard by You

For Kuro

It feels like we just met

Seventeen years ago

I insisted I did not like cats

You didn’t seem to care about that

You wrapped your paws around my neck

Buried your face in mine

You became my boy that day

 

You were quiet at first, often hiding

Your brother, Aoshi, the loud one, the outgoing one

You so gentle and soft, quiet and affectionate

When he died all that changed

 

You were there, we made sure of it

You cuddled with him a bit, not quite knowing

Soon it dawned when we went home

and he stayed behind

 

You understood soon enough

Then something amazing happened

You came out, were loud, and demanded attention

You had taken your brother’s place

 

My sweet boy

You crawled into laps and curled into chests

You whined loud enough to wake the dead at mealtime

You purred so loud I could feel it when we cuddled

 

Weeks have passed since we saw each other

This damn isolation

You recognized me on the screen when I called

Purred and nuzzled the screen

 

Your Mom called me

You had taken a turn for the worst

Despite good food, medicine, and care

Nothing else could be done

 

I ran home, up the stairs

So small, so tired

You stared at me with your beautiful green eyes

You held on for me

 

O my sweet boy

I held you and I know you knew

I heard your gasping meow

I felt your sweet, slow heart

 

It ripped at me to see you like this

Yet blessed too

You held on for me

So I could hold you

 

We prayed, all of us, your Mom and I

To Freyja, to Bast, to Sekhmet, to Hela

That your death was as painless as could be

That it was quick

That your brother walked with you at the end

That you know we love you

 

An hour later the call came through

You were dead, your pain at an end

My eyes filled with tears

My heart with sorrow, prayers answered

 

I ache that this was the first time I saw you

In eight weeks

But blessed to see you

Before you had to go

 

Rest well my sweet boy

Rest and know we hear you

Walk with your brother and Ancestors

Visit us when you can

I love you, Kuro

Patreon Song/Poem/Pray 9 -For the Seiðfólk Dead

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Deep deep deep I call to You

Who did seiðr for Their fólk

Who called in vaettir and took Them up

Who helped Their people and blessed Their hosts

 

Deep deep deep I call to You

Women, men, beyond and between

Whose holy rites over grave and ground

Linked megin and let vaettir speak

 

Deep deep deep I call to You

Who fought in war and healed the ill

Who brought deep knowledge into light

Who fared forth fierce to fight and kill

 

Deep deep deep I call to You

Hear my voice, and hear my heart

Come to me from where You are

Teach to me Your Sacred Art

 

Deep deep deep I call to You

Hear my song and hear my praise

See the gifts I leave to You

Given for the lessons gave

 

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 8 -For An Morrígan

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Your croaking voice fills the expanse

Echoing across field and in the forest

The waters that wend speak of You

The ground and grave bow below You

 

The poet’s tongue is loosened in Your sight

The warrior’s sword slides from its sheath

The seer’s senses are true

Following the flight of the Phantom Queen

 

The home and the hearth know You

Protector and Purpose-bringer

Ember-eyed and Byre-blesser

Babe-Guardian and Foe-Bane

 

Raven-haired river-maker

Glorious Goddess of gun and grave

Whose hands help Her people

Standing strong in strife and sorrow

 

May our gifts be gladly made

Our offerings given in good worth

In turn may we receive well

Bond unbroken, beautiful and blessed

 

Wind and flame warn of war’s path

Sharpen wit, weapon, and work

Prepare and gather in power and perseverance

So the Sovereign speaks in crows’ song

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 7 -For Sleipnir

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Over skies and oceans you have crossed

Over land and the Helvegen itself

Eight legs across Nine Worlds

Glorious-Maned, Peerless Stallion, Best of Horses!

Spear-Hooved, Iron-Flanked, Windswept Galloper!

Sleipnir Lokison!

O Holy One, Son of a God and His Bloodbrother’s Bearer

You bring Your burdens unbowed

Through danger and Death to home and hearth

Praise to You O Peerless Journeyer

Sire of Blessed Steeds

Grey-coated Wanderer of Worlds!

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 6 -For Ingui

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O Great Lord

Who resides in the Barrow Mound

Ever-fertile One

Wild One Whose bones lie in the Earth

Whose Flesh and Blood run in the veins of the World

Whose Seed brings fertility to every seed and animal

Whose Hands wield hoe and antler

Whose Mind is ever-vibrant

Whose Tongue knows every mineral, plant, and animal

Whose Eyes see the Dead and Living in Their endless transitions

O Holy Lord who dines with high and low

Whose realm is the hallowed hills and buried urn and verdant field and flashing gold corn

Whose domain touches deep within the heart of the World

Whose drive is carnal and transcendent

Ectasy-bearer and pleasure-bringer!

Sweet-voiced and throbbing cock!

Gentle handed and steel-nerved!

O Lord of Elves, great in majesty!

O Boar God, fierce in battle!

O Dead, Rising, and Living One!

Hail Ingui, ever-potent!