Serpent’s Wave

I no longer wish to be upon this land
Not here do I wish to stand
I despise the sound of such decree
I will not plant a tree
Roots will not grow
This soil I will not sow
The climate is foul and wind is harsh
Mouth and sounds drowning in the marsh
Endless whimpering from the weak
What help do the handless seek?
War of words, this or that?
Right and left, all such theft
You destroy my line
Forced lies to redefine
You tread upon my culture
The only culture to not falter
You feast upon our ways and success
Consuming all until nothing is left
You war upon our gloried deeds
Tell me, what plant did your tribe seed?
Unite in fight to topple the truth
Hollow words with no proof
Yet the Lion cares not of the sheep
Bah bah: be silent and eat
For this you know
For such anger sows
Go forth and build of sand
For my blood on stone stands
The only foundation of your crutch
That too, who built such?
Late it is from sea to sea
The time has come not to flee
To board the boats of serpent’s wave
For here, too much we gave
Spat upon is our time forged deeds
Trampled are our free born seeds
Tell me who created such as we?
Tell me for all to plainly see?
Topple our tree and claim you are free
For were has there ever been such seed?
The climate is foul, lies of deceit
Glutton glutton, spoiled you eat
Upon the seas the time has come
For this is no longer my sun
Prepare the boat for journey’s fate
The time will come, a new date
For there are coasts of thundered cliffs
Lonesome lands were time does drift
Islands lie in the north
Prepare the boats to sally forth
This land was once for you and I
Millenia created such, so many died
To create such culture, to write decree
Yet now the blind claim to see
The handless claim to write
Changing truth for ignorance and spite
The limp claim to walk
For tell me, what path did your lands walk?
You claim authorship of story not yours
Ignorance and fantasy, a false score
I prepare the boat for the mist
Islands that are not adrift
Roots will not grow were I stand
Prepare the boats, I seek new land

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Yule Feast

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Down through the chimney, came one to play
To snatch what is his, not long he will stay
Some deserve gifts, some deserve only coal
Yet the worst of the worst, Krampus stole
Tell the small ones to listen, to come sit and hear
When on snow moon glistens, there is one to fear
A tale oh so true, he strikes with a switch
No charm to protect, not from saint nor good witch
His skin a beastly black, long horns as a goat
Red eyes aglow, scent of chimney smoke
With sharp smile and laughter, he stuffs full his bag
Into the darkness, bound children dragged
For Krampus is hungry, his most favored treat
Naughty child well spiced, with greed he does eat
So small one come sit, be silent and hear
When in distance chains rattle, there is one to fear
On cold Yule nights, window scratch you may hear
Just beyond sight, Krampus watches so near
On cold Yule nights, Krampus watches so near

White Flame

I see a wildfire of white flame
I hear whispered dead of great name
Again the storm wind blows with might
Again we see eternal sight
I see a crimson river cutting deep
I hear raven’s voice echoed in our sleep
Brethren, brethren do you hear the song?
The embraced roar of long dead throng
I see the fires beyond the night
I hear the riders beyond sight
I see a door locked with decree
I see a heavy deed forged key

Herot

Far away lands beckon my name
The way, the path is such a game
Far away lands beckon my sword
A silent oath, an unspoken word
I heed the call
A champion who will not fall
Past Serpent’s Sea lies unknown fate
Ancient and present, transparent date

I hear their boasting, eternal lies
Cursed, cursed, all doomed to die
In darkness throats I shall slit
Upon the fens, in darkness I sit
Boasting and false worth of gold
Honour, honour, forever sold
The Rider, the Rider, beckons my hand
Deeds, deeds, of one to stand

A mountain to guard all I shall rule
I answer the call, to serve only fools
Decadent and weak are those I shield
Bear and the Wolf, Oak of the Field
Frenzied foe, Giant of foulest deed
In flesh I shall carve my eternal creed
Answer, I answer the call of the lame
I choose to stand, fate I shall tame

Upon flesh I feast, Upon blood I do dine
Punishment sent from the Worlds Numbered Nine
As the ghost I hunt forth
Bloodied tongued, Hound of the North
Once I called brothers, one of same name
Fallen of decadence, death they became
Duty sent forth from Most High
All brethren, all lost brethren must die

My sword I shall cast away
Armour and shield shall carry no sway
Stand for those who are empty and spent
Stand with courage, brave spirit lent
Perhaps death is fate you deserve
I stand thus, as time will remember My word
I am Beowulf, Wolf of the Sea
I am Odin, Single Eye I do see

A scent I smell upon the air
Time lent, a bloodied glare
Death creeps upon the mist
A warrior, a hunter, a crimson gift
One worthy of eternal name
Finally, finally, he came
I am Grendel, Feaster of Flesh
I am Odin, Raven of No Nest

Good Hands

Beaumains was once my name
I cometh humble, still ever same
Broken and dried were once my hands
Hardened and softened fair, as one who stands
Shadowed as one picked off the shelf
A silent vow, test of self
Upon coming time
A noble quest, a singing rhyme
For in action is only proof
The only currency of truth
Taking beast between the thigh
To path’s end or to die
Into the forest deep I intwined
Accompanied by two, we dined
A humble one of truthful sight
The other a lowly spell of plight
Wandered through the only way
Upon a crimson grove bodies sway
One of the darkest self attacked I
Cast to violence one must die
Incased in victory of death
Continue forth all peril jest
For darkness I have met
Amour worn eternal debt
A blooming grove came forth in sight
Not of healing, only strife
Warden of green grove stood tall
Sharpened axe heeds his call
“I once challenged a man who does not cower
The Hound his name, immortal flower
Do you carry such nobility?
Draw forth sword.” he decreed
In victory I conquered wild nature
Path revealed embraced stranger
The Red Horizon is fate
Onward to death’s date
A flower bloomed in cage of obsidian
Riding forth to fear no oblivion
The Blood Warrior stood guard and master
Sheathed in darkness I bring disaster
To defeat he of seven strength
Furious struggle of great length
Stand tall over the one who conquers
Stand over self and eternal monster
Embrace the Lady fair
Queen of eternity’s glare
Crown bearing seven stones
Seven lights a mantled throne

By Lightning We Shall Fall

Many years ago and this day
A great forest flowered as ever May
Ever enchanted, cursed and blessed
An ancient oak grew strong
A distant wolf alone howled long
One day hot and of wet air
Lone wolf wandered, glazed glare
Weary of the hunting trail
Seeking shade, one tired, one failed
Grove of the Oak he found
Ancient Kings shadow upon the ground
Finding rest
Temporary nest
“Clear mist, wearied wolf,” said Oak
Whisper from above, the ancient one spoke
“The mist is Blinding”, replied Wolf Lone
“My seeds are buried unsown”
Oak stirred “All seeds shall grow in time
For God does not commit such crime.
Why young wolf do you alone sit?
I see scars one cannot not shift
There are many wolves of the forest
Do you not hear their chorus?”
“I hear their wailing cries” Wolf replied
“Do you not hear their spirit died?
They howl at nothing, only jest
Not to Sun’s fury nor Moon’s caress
They hunt the young and the innocent
Weak for the weak, they are empty and spent
Their deceitful ways are not as I
In the forest I once met a Single Eye
I do not hear a true wolf’s cry
Only trickery, a masked lie
I once hunted alone the mighty Bear
I am now scarred for not having care
I hunted alone the noble Elk
Pierced was my skin, pain was thus dealt
I hunted alone the cunning Mountain Cat
Clawed scars now show upon my back
With thirst I drank from a white stream
Now here I am with a silent dream.”
Oak spoke, “I too stand alone.
All saplings watched now stand grown.
For centuries I have stood vigil
Seeking the stars, the eternal sigil
To many I have given rest
My gift is to be a nest
One day I will pass
Just as every blade of grass
One day I will fall asunder
I pray only by lightning and thunder
Young lonesome wolf of the hunting trail
In failures we never fail
I envy your unending way
The feeling to wander astray
For my roots run deep into earth
Forever I am but a hearth”
“I envy you mighty Oak”, Wolf replied
For in peace you may die
I am forever cursed to hunger and thirst
To only find peace, to find God first
For I shall die of blood and desire
You shall fall from lightnings choir.”
I quiet breeze passed under Oak tree
In silent thought each could see
“Lone wolf, Forever I shall give you rest”
“Great Oak, I shall ever stand watch, a dog’s new nest
And one day there will not be death of blood
Nor death of desire, only the Cycle’s love
And one day, by lightning we shall fall.”
“By lightning we shall fall”