I am the boar of war
First to break through the door
Rushing forth as hide is thick
More than brute, a bag of tricks
Master of the thicket lost
Secrets of crossroads crossed
I am the axe, tusk of boar
Of my brothers, I stand at fore
The ranks I break and steel I bend
Splintered shields, skulls never mend


Norse Boar Warrior’s Helm. 2018

Fierce When Roused


Misty moors and rolling hills
Pipes loud and haunting once played
When the highlands were wild
Untamed and free
The clanns fought for honour slighted
With fury and ferocity
The lands of shire in Perth
Princes of royal Dál Riata
From a long lost day
Supporters of Bruce
Lovers of freedoms way
There sat Grizzled Raibeirt
Chieftain, high father
In constant low growl
Mans foolishness caused a constant scowl
Supporter of the true crown
With fire and sword
He will hunt you down
With king and ally murdered
Assassin’s of shadow and deceit
The chieftains rage brought forth
The sword immediately unsheathed
For doves of peace are the clann
Yet hiding in plain sight red serpent is
Fierce when roused is this land
Wolves of silver will make their stand
With trusted lairds gathered to thee
Summon the hounds
Bring forth the chains
The wild hunt is calling me
A king is to be avenged
The purest of hunt
The hunt of men
At full gallop faster than wind
Prey is found
Beaten and broken
Striped naked and chained
Your road is long ahead
Your only wish is you were dead
Dragged to crown and widowed queen
Justice brought forth
Honour shining and seen
The price of treason
Tortured and slain
Praises and honour given to our name
For many times we will act and say
Glory is the reward of valour
Let all clanns know our way


Photo: Coat of Arms in Progress.
Robertson Art Gallery, Williamsburg VA, 2012

Lone Warrior


Odin is not my friend
Odin is failure, Odin is defeat
Odin is the blade that cut your skin
He is the risk you failed
He is the fight you lost
He is the betrayal of a comrade
The lie of a brother
The contempt of the clan
The hatred of a foe
Odin is my brother
Odin is my knee rising off the ground
Odin is blood wiped clean
Odin is a door locked, as another opens
He is wisdom gained through trial
He is strength gained through pain
He is victory taken by defeat
The passion of the horizon
The hunger to truly live
The knowledge to know what is not known
The creation of the Lone Warrior
I am him and he is me
The pack is thus One