Saga Of The Seidhr

From my anthology of Saxon poems. A time when Saxon lore was full of tales of wonder.

Whither amidst the liss of the welkin hie, 
The souls of a lasting truce that had torn,
And a yearnful tale uptacked in the runes,
Within a lore of wise elders of the Saxons.

By the knolls that tarry in a slade of tors,
The alderliefest tale aforetime was born,
With dwimmer and witches and wizards,
Kept alive withal by Vikings and Frisians.

Whilom kingdoms of the Saxons swayed,
With aes and thew of the sons of Wuldor,
As the craving for might elsewhere rived, 
A troth of their father and of the kinsmen.

Wulric blinded by the gal wilm of his wife,
Fordid in bane under a dwalesome galdor, 
As the gods did not forget the greediness,
Or did the bereft offspring of the brethren.

In his madness he firked to reave rethe, 
Within the iron fist that he came to wield,
As his grure gart an uprising of freemen,
And thanes and athelings that fought him.

Hure from a folde onto the ea he wended, 
And his wayward foes stormed the old field,
Thumping the ground of the land as all strove, 
In the horde of Wulric's that oncame by a brim.

Hence a witherward werod of Wulric nam,
The wealds of elves and wicks of dwarfs,
Who were feckless and not unwavering, 
To halt gars of the onset of the nithings.

They fraisted rathe to thwart elsewhither,
The wroth worn that strode from wharfs,
As Ingui Freyr sought fultum from Godric, 
Underfanging an errand of the athelings.

He told Godric of the wearn of the elves,
Betiding within a brog that was raught,
As his dun and gloomy guise bore dolg,
Norning the lost of a bain key of Asgard.

He warned the king of the Saxons amain,
Threaping him for what the oath taught, 
As Godric knew that his brother was nigh,
And Hella roamed about in the Midgard.

The goddess shaped herself as a maiden,
And beswoke Wulric through her gril spell,
As her wode hosp on the Saxons was felt, 
Whilst she rode with the heres of Wulric. 

And strove forth a horde of bale and birr, 
Onto a brant slade as a brath strife befell, 
As a gleam of a midday hither and thither,
Glistened upon the fearless lire of Godric.

Hella sought a book kept by snoter elders,
As Godric his brother knew the madness,
And Wulric had abided with his orods arodly,
At a hild in Midgard that began to immesh.

Hildrinks fought athwart with a strength, 
As the winsome sky lapped in a darkness,
And a will of Hella overwhelmed heleths,
With the dales strewed with blood afresh.

And dall men of Godric felt straightway,
The blazing brond burning byrnies whole,
As derving throes of swoughs were heard, 
Sweltering as gleeds in the grip of the fire.

When it seemed doom befell on Godric,
He behight the gods who were to thole,
As a rain drenched the ground in blood,
Whilst men of Godric wallowed in a mire.

Oth his steven was gaumed by the gods, 
Abreast the sackless blore that often blew,
And Galdere the keeper of the book came,
Upon the light of the welkin that shone. 

With a staff he thoded the men of Wulric,
And bodies of hettends upon barrows flew,
As a war of good and evil began twofold, 
Where the til eyes of the gods were alone.

Twain baldors stood with a sware stare,
Abreast their wrought swords yare to slay,
Whilst fighting and forsaking their onde, 
And the trig brotherhood of their father.

Their eyes dreved within the smartness, 
With hetter swords striking on that day,
As ellen was heard from the hummocks, 
When uneath Godric slew a lief brother.

He fell to one knee and mourned with rue,
The death that he had asked for forgiveness,
Whence Hella had fled the Midgard asterting,
From Galdere the drymann of the Saxons. 

The gods had not forlet the son of Wuldor,
When Galdere bore Woden's brightness,
And the time of the gods was to end eft, 
Before the main of their swift weapons.

Yemeless wars of the thedes with an orlay,
Yielded with the gales and years to come,
As Saxons forsook the milts of the Gods,
And their est wanzed within the weather.

A book of galdor was tined as it behoved,
At the bottom of the lorn waters at home,
Locked forthwith with the key of Woden,
Within the unforgotten saga of the seidhr.