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