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

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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

Many Shields

I am never alone
Ancient Oak stands, sprouted seed sown
The solstice flame burned bright
Oath bound heroes from beyond sight
For the Divine Crows herald my coming quake
The Honoured Dead stampede in my wake
I have many shields
Ever standing Oak of the Field
Shatter and split my grasp
I shall rise again, never will I ask
Cast me down and curse my name
Cut my skin, seek fleeting fame
I have many shields
Many hearts, never alone in the field
The Divine Crows herald my coming
The Honoured Dead appear from nothing
They call me father, brother and son
Were you walk we shall never shun
The Storm Maidens grant me blissful sleep
Honey soaked, moaning never meek
The Warriors Lone grant the sword strong
My path of fellowship will never be long
Seek to cast me from the field
I give not an inch, for I have many shields

The Black Oak

Thousands of years ago I fell asunder
Struck by lightning, choir of thunder
Storm winds wailed, into the bog I fell
Consumed by time, I have much to tell
Hidden by darkness, I slumbered light
For millennia I listened day and night
I was watered by rain, blood and hail
I have much to show, many a tale
I heard of love and hatred burn
I witnessed nightmares and dreams unheard
I felt prayers and sacrifice of life
I heard painful wails and woeful strife
I felt generations pass with hope
Barely a whisper, fragile words spoke
Lifetimes passed before my eyes
The ancestral halls filled by those who died
Upon an unknown day I felt light
Pulled to the surface by hands of delight
My body was once a golden glow
Now black as night of the moon whole
Caring hands embraced my ancient form
I rose again, returned and reborn
I see a world traveling towards death
Such is the price, price of human theft
It saddens me, a world destined to end
I have returned, the Otherworld did send
If we are to fall it will be in glory’s name
We shall forge an everlasting fame
One worth remembrance, of spirit’s embrace
Until none live to remember, cycle of grace
There is much work to be done, each day a gift
Destined to fail, we must heal the great rift