The Shaman’s Flame

When lone is the moon of night
When high is the sun of light
In fate place a single trust
Cycles rotate, cycles thrust
Feel the heart and pulse of land
Bedrock breath on which you stand
Does there exist an edge?
Has the shadow ever bled?
In seed is divine oak near
In oak is sun, he glares not here
Sight of brother’s riddled eyes
A heart burns far, on earth we lie
Breath cast far and draws all near
Fire tongue, can one burn fear?
Flame to roar a beacon bright
A single breath, all suns this night
Every breath to ever be
Here and now, this lone decree
Fly from cage of death’s grip
Upon true throne no breath sits
Realms to wander far and wide
This subtle stream the heart does guide
When moon is whole and flowers bleed
The wolf bane burns, destroy thy greed
When night is dark, no flame does spark
The nectar pours, banish the dark
Freedom of spirit’s unbound roar
On silver wings the stars do soar
The Shaman’s flame this night burns bright
The center, the edge, beyond and in sight
When all form fades away
Know the truth of nature’s sway
In blood return to earth’s fate
In strength you must wield this date
Know the wisest council far
Know when to draw the sword in war
Know when bright arrows soar
Know when to walk through new door
A stagnant heart, a ship not at sail
The Universe shall weep and wail
When growth does not seek the seed
The stars in silence ever bleed
Fly, fly true, fire bright
The cycle shall be thy sight
The cycle turns, return you must
For in you the spirits do put trust
Of stars under ancient sight
Of flames that burn in the night
Return, return to world of fate
Wield you must each every date
The cycle turns, return you must
For in you the spirits do put trust
Of stars under ancient sight
Of flames that burn in the night

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The Red Weroance

Shipwrecked in Vinland
Rising out of quicksand
Fortify and strength seek
The wild does not walk meek
Surrounded by land unknown
Cursed by past seeds sown
I am no brother of such men
I am not born of their false sin
These trees speak of stories old
The forest speaks of men once bold
Thousands of years, I hear their cry
Anger and wailing, songs that do fly
I remember their voices when I was so young
I remember the songs by stormwind’s sung
Beneath the stars the ancients did dance
Sky-eyed, I am not stranded by chance
They whisper of genocide and war
We all have cut scars that echo so far
Those men are not my brothers sworn
They know not their lineage torn
I am no son of father’s claim
No son of the wicked and insane
I am the son of earth and sky
I am free, my spirit flies
I heed not their book of hate
I embrace the path of fate
I am not of these men
Not the hate the ocean did send
I ravage not the sacred game dear
I rape not the divine forest near
I damn not the blissful sun
I curse not moon’s sacred tongue
I mute not her sacral song
I desire peace that stands long
I was not born with the noble’s shield
Not of gold that crawls through fields
Not born high as he who stands low
I stand high for from earth I did grow
By my sweat I shall build a story true
Passion and drive is long over due
For ruling are the lazy without care
I shall run rampant, fate I do stare
If insecurity we did not bathe
Imagine the magic we could bravely save
I shall build a story new bold
One not of statecraft so cheaply sold
Do any of you truely care?
At what path do you stare?
Bring me before the authority most high
I shall speak of passion never to die
Can you deny my deed’s truthful cry?
Why in fear do you so swiftly fly?
My actions built of sweat and dirt
Shall I cut open my chest bare of shirt?
So idle, why do you fear so?
You glare neither high nor glare low
Let us build in sight gloried tales
For I build a ship to one day set sail
I will return home astride serpent’s head
My heart of hearts, fate ever lead
In Vinland I shall create a tale ever true
Unleash my hands, we are long overdue
No more heart’s stuck in the moor
Arise the crawling, walk through the door
In ruins the story is falling apart
Let us build a new golden start
Unbind your hands of social fear
You show story low, story so dear
I shall run rampant in honour’s name
A tale of those who embraced a new fame
Bound we are in a world of fear
If only you felt passion’s flame ever so near
Bring me before the authority most high
I shall speak of passion never to die
Can you deny my deed’s truthful cry?
Why in fear do you so swiftly fly?
My actions built of sweat and dirt
I shall cut open my chest bare of shirt

I Bow

I hold the gift to walk high
So fragile, thankful to be alive
Humbled, I have hands to hold
Graced, I have been gifted gold
Oh, to have the eyes of sight
I submit, in your stead I shall fight
To have the ears to hear
A melody ever so near
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase
The scent of nectar I smell
Arousal of one who once fell
Oh, the touch to taste so
Delicate flavours of sun’s golden glow
To feel the soft touch of Spring
To taste honey of Autumns’s ring
To feel the bite of Winter’s lust
To ride the passion of Summer’s trust
To wake anew and hold health
I will not waste this great wealth
I am grateful to stand
Son of the land
Ashes to earth
Oak of new birth
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase
To embrace this world near
World of grace and fear
To live in sun’s fullest show
To bathe in moon’s seductive glow
To feel all that surrounds
My heart in passion ever pounds
Time will not come again
Not again will they send
Here and when thought far away
Call, my oath of no sway
No grace shall be left low
The Sun guides the acorn to grow
I am grateful to stand
Son of the land
Ashes to earth
Oak of new birth
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase

Martial Art

My sacred path
My voice to not ask
For at my lowest I am this high
Two steps, fear not to die
My silent will
Frenzied mind and body still
My respect of the fallen high
In death they did not die
I offer a humble sacrifice of pain
Blood and sweat, secret fame
My back pushed against the wall
Ever forward, never feel small
Doors are closed, reason well known
I am the Golden Boar, the Oak strong grown
Odin, my heart aflame
My mind not sane
Fill me with your divine will
The low will not take my fill
Thor, my hands iron strength
I will travel to any length
Into lands and paths unknown
Oak of the Field sky high grown
Tyr, my mind’s eye keen
The unseen now seen
Victory from defeat, rise high
To rise when they wish me to die
Freya, Lady so dear
Witness me, cast away my fear
Judge me, reveal my flaw
Honour me, my love is raw
Freyr, sun’s golden glow
Beneath, the Oak high does grow
My voice to sooth with might
Will to cast the hateful away from sight
Lugh, my golden hand skilled
Master of arts all, my heart filled
Long handed and striker fierce
Inspired, my heart is pierced
Morrigan, Queen of shadow’s sight
I give this to you, bless this night
Banshee’s wail, the hero’s call
In death my love shall never fall
My sacred path
My voice to not ask
For at my lowest I am this high
Two steps, fear not to die
Seek to hate and cast me low
Mirror revealed, who must grow?
Self hatred, take responsibility of self
Choice will make you another on the shelf
Seek to curse and hate me so
My confidence is not yours to cast low
Slam doors and cast my back to wall
Ever forward, I shall never crawl
For at my lowest I am this high
Two steps, fear not to die

Odin

Fury sacred
Inspiration naked
Flame of spirit risen
New morning ever given
Divine will to create
None shall stop this date
Will be done
Ecstatic rhyming tongue
Honey, sweetened voice
Come, is there choice?
Strength, standing hand
Softly caress the land
Cycle, will of one lone
Oak never full grown
Storm wind’s wail, ever cry
Soaring will to never die
Sanction to not be sought
Choice to not be thought
Honour’s thrusting song
Poetic frenzy ever long
Inspiration, will to be
Single eye, lone decree

Evermore

I followed the Huntress into forest deep
“Come hither” she whispered, rise now from sleep
Upon this night the fey wander and seek
This night the witches come out to speak
Upon this night the fey grace the dance
Never, never will you join by chance
Upon this night the ravens do fly
Ever so high, tides of moonlit sky
I followed the Huntress into forest deep
Evermore my heart she does keep
Eve of cycle, under full moon’s sway
This night the witches come out to play
Swiftly do fly from world of deceit
The lost Sacred grove we shall ever meet
Swiftly do fly from world of hate
Lost one be found, seek brave road of fate
Hear the chorus, the fey who sweetly sing
Her honeyed voice summons, rise now as King
Hear the whisper, the Raven’s honeyed call
Voice of leaves shadow, Queen never to fall
Nevermore to sleep as one lost sleeps
Her table awaits, come he who seeks
I followed the Huntress into forest deep
Evermore my heart she does keep