A new Rune Rhyme

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Issue #1 March 1998

A New Rune Rhyme

by Laeradhr

FEE is the killing stone the udder's sword
The boar and the stallion ever contend
When Frodhi and His Sister play with men

AUROCHS is the rime-tongue the giant's bread
When the horn and the hoof grind on the glacier's edge
The High One's Wyrd was shaped

THORN is the drawer of blood the skull-cleaver
The etin's mover No sword is so sharp
To smite and undo The Great snake's fang

GOD is very good and very cruel
To those he loves he gives great main and good parting
The spear hangs above them always

RIDING is not for the weak or the unwilling
The grandest warrior may take great battle-gain
But to fall from a weak horse

TORCH burns and does it's worst to blind and to burn
Naught but care avails the hearth's keeper

GIFT is a thing that many will not refuse
But naught but gift in turn avails the giver
to wear a smile evermore within his Hall

JOY is known by it's light it never shines
or sings aloud unless the face that wears it's mark
has mead or meat to fill the place beneath

HAIL is the seed of heaven it has a secret hid inside
The High One spoke the staves and still
the hailstone rists it's secrets on itself

NEED is the truest blessing the watch-dog's call
The warning look to heed it is
to gather gain and good fortune when one may

ICE is naught but cold and sea spray
Still it and it's brothers grind mountains down
oftimes , be wary of it's edge.

YEAR is the waxing of the World God
the wain wanes in it's season, snow falls
the folk feast then from the harvests saved

YEW is a mighty sprout it grants shelter to birds
visions to the wise death to the unwary
For time out of mind the grave-earth is it's meal

PERTH is a daring dealing men strive to avoid it
seeking safety far from it's caprice
In the end though all sit at it's table

ELK is more than antlers and speed to run
it's prints are found most often in the Utgard
where wary find it and follow it's spoor

SUN is the shining haze much can be said of Her beauty
But Her Girdle cannot be seen or if so
The Boar or the man one has not long to last

TYR has but one hand the other was wolf's food
He spoke little but blessed the Thing
Still we wish His sons did the same

BIRCH is not a nothing tree no nidling knows
Her secrets still she gives her
children to men None can say how

HORSE has much to lend strength and speed
But it cannot be the aethling
swing the sword or give a Lord's justice

MAN is the crucible of the Ases
where Ase-seed and Van's spittle
a the merriest god lives in a manlings belly

LEEK is the sign of passage a bright badge
a mender of sores and sadness
the leek knows it's place when men do not

ING is more than one He hides in the earth and sneds
out seed that give light to men
He grows by the moon and shines like the sun
Ing shaped the mind of men in the first days

DAY is the clear stone the diamonds edge of thought
Many see it's shining but who understands it's light?
drighten's brew the Day into their dearest mead

OTHALA is the ending of a man and the beginning of a House
and the beginning of wealth and the love of children
And the ending of a rhyme

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