Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 71: For Tyr

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This request was made by Emi for Tyr.

Flames lick the sky, Muspel burning bright

The hoary frost loosing the river’s run

Ýmir’s blood bloomed behind You

Your Name brings victory, twice signed on spear and sword

So too the Brothers’ blades were bloodied

Red-marked Runes wrought Their ruin

When the waters receded, rede You gave

Foundations were placed, great posts dug deep

Hófs and walls rose resolute

In council You sat among the Æsir

Your wisdom was worked in law and war

Blessing the holmgang rite and law-rock

Fierce and hungering was the Wolf whelp

By Your hands was He raised on red meat

Loving devotion to the Dire Wolf

When Fenris grew fear could not find You

Though His fangs grew long and maw mighty

You persevered in Your compassion and care

True You stayed to Your Son

Oathing hand given for the biting bind

Tears to the treachery

You teach the truths of legality and loyalty

To each test You bless with bravery

When choice is razor and rock

Yours is wisdom’s edge sliced in stone

Relentless, Your strop hones the hearty

Who seek Your guidance and gift

Týr is the name of surety and severity

Whose echo calls the weapon worthy in war

Who forges mind and magic in Fire and cools them by Ice

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 69: For Angrboða

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This request was made by Maleck for Angrboða.

Great Wolf, I hail You

Ferocious and mauling-mouthed Mother

Who leads the Ironwood with care

Taufr-strong, I hail You

Calculating and megin-mighty Magician

Who keeps Her loved ones safe

Bloodhand, I hail You

Sacrificer and woe-wielding Witch

Who knows the secret Ways

Motherwort, I hail You

Leader and hale-whole Healer

Who mends Her peoples’ wounds

Gyðja, I hail You

Leader and hamingja-holding Host

Who guides Her peoples well

Angrbóða, I hail You

Angrbóða, I hail You

Angrbóða, I hail You

Ves þu heil

A Lay for the Wild Hunt

The horde roaves roads of forests,
Roaming the wild of the world
Across field and fen, frost and flame
The host fairs forth

Gods and great Dead are the vanguard,
Wolves and wild things follow and watch the ways
Above come ravens and crows in the wake
Between are those borne and brought into stride

The sunsets are stained dark with blood
Shadows teem and swallow the night
The sound of their sumons are hooves and howls
Carrying the calls of the Wild Hunt’s host

Offer, lest the door be darkened
Good beer, bread, or blade freely given
For many are the mouths of the might Hunt
And satisfaction ever They seek

Join, if you are of a mind to journey
To scout and slaughter, by blade, bow, or bite
Among man and monster one may find their kin
Blessed by the ways of the Wild

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 66: For The Pack

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This request was made by Maleck for The Pack.

We are countless billions of voices

Canidae, Wolf, Dog

Jackal, Coyote, Fox

Pup, Juvenile, Adult

We are the Ones who found your first Fires

Our first shared Ancestors

We are the proud guard and misshapen pets

We are the ‘yotes living on the fringes and dark places of your cities

We are the haunters of graves and crossroads

We are the salvation of humanity and we are its outstretched hands

We are feared and beloved

We are hunters and warriors

We are carriers and seekers

We are predator and sentinel of prey

We are the snapping jaws

We are the slathering tongues

We are the steady paws

We are the howling maw

We are Magic

We are of the Wild Hunt

We are beloved of Gods

We are Gods

We are Ancestors

We are Spirits

We are Ancient and New

We are Many and Whole

We ARE The Pack

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 63: For Prey, Partners in the Great Cycle

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This request was made by Maleck for Prey, Partners in the Great Cycle.

The grass guides Us

Waving in the cooling air

Strands of hair we shave down with soft bites

Chewing, chewing, chewing

We have walked ahead

Far behind you lope

Wind hides your scent with wary steps

Padding, padding, padding

No sign betrays you

The hunt is on

Fear grips the herd with furious panic

Running, running, running

One stumbles down

The Pack descends

Death brings life in dragging bites

Eating, eating, eating

This is the Cycle

Each balances the other

Prey eats of the Earth, Pack of Us

Dancing, dancing, dancing

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 60: For Sky, Great Watcher Above

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This request was made by Maleck for Sky, Great Watcher Above.

The eyes of a billion Ancestors shines through Your face

Your hackles rain down life upon the Worlds in Your passing

Your Eyes shine upon the Worlds in dark and light

Your fur clothes the darkness

Your breath is our breath

Your Howl sets the Worlds to Howling

The skies shake with Your rage

Lightning boils in Your body

You purify with air, light, and sound

You bring life and safeguard it

Singer of snow and sleet

Drench-dancer and Dry-Stepper!

Breeze-blesser and Storm-Striker!

O World-Guarding Wolf!

O Endless Pack Above!

O Boundless Bounder!

O Lifebringer!

Hail Sky, Great Watcher Above!

I Ask You

Is this how you feel

Having watch the world turned,

The Worlds burned

In vision tortured

Without distortion?

Is this how you feel,

this deep-seated pain

like a knife when you see

the cycles ’round again?

Is this how you feel

As grief heaps up

And all that lies before

and behind, your son?

Is this how you feel

That your stand still must be made,

Before the mouth?

Is this how you feel

Melancholic resolve forged in pain of love?

Is this how you feel?

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 56: For The Silence Who is Death

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This request was made by Maleck for The Silence Who is Death.

I am the closing jaws

I am the yawning maw

I am cold tongue

I am the clenched teeth

I am the muffled wail

I am the grasped throat

I am the torn neck

I am the gasp

I am the pant

I am the murmur of blood

I am the clouding of eyes

I am the numbing

I am the quiet

I Am

The Silence Who is Death

When all fades

I Am There

The Hunt is On

I hear the hoofbeats hammer

I hear the howling on the wind

I hear the gait of sword, spear, and gun

The Hunt is on

I smell the slathering sweat

I smell the steel in the wound

I smell the breath of God, grave, and snow

The Hunt is on

I see the sky split

I see the spray of blood

I see the wend of Host, heroes, and Sleipnir

The Hunt is on

I taste the tears’ trail

I taste the take of the kill

I taste the marrow of the wicked, warlocks, and traitors

The Hunt is on

I feel the fury flow

I feel the frenzy of the Ride

I feel the call of the vaettir, Valkyries, and Fráriðr

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is on

Wolf-skinned

I am the raised hackle and unyielding maw
I am the shredding bite and thrashing muzzle
I am the grey-fur frenzy and bloodied mouth

I am the gentle bumps and guiding nudge
I am the playful bark and the teasing nip
I am the joyful bounding and warm-hearted nuzzle

I am the resounding howl and the heaving flanks
I am the lolling tongue and the tireless feet
I am the sauntering paws and the gnashing fangs

I am the shield-biter and wound-proof
I am the sword-bearer and spear-wielder
I am the clenched fist and Óðr-wise

I am the wolfen-man and man-of-wolf
I am the forest-dancer and love’s-delight
I am the wary walker and boundless berserk

I am the boundary-keeper and sentry of sacred ways
I am the enemy-eater and scourer of poisons
I am the wolf-skinned and foe of unclean spirits