Thorson and Svava

Royal Odes

The Lay of Thorvald

Eye-rain flows,
Somber hall,
and the throne,
seen by orbs

Men wonder
Speak then words
In this hall
Do not let

Tree of fire
lets his keel
land-getter
North awaits

Fair he is,
Golden haired,
Odin blessed,
Fighting hard,

Distance not,
save to high
Thorson king,
years untold,

Great leader
river flame,
of bright gold
breaking coils,

Wise this king,
ancient realm,
Not one day
knowing kings'

Eastmen know
Know their crown
one man crowned
only two

Every reign
thus brave king's
Norns will fate
Thrud of doom

Thus we knew
day would come;
Thorson king,
years untold,

falling swiftly.
salty tear stained,
Thorvald's high bench,
empty-sitting.

why such crying.
speak them clearly.
hear king's praises
lauding falter.

of Tearlach's forge
cut the swan-road,
looking homeward.
noble ruler.

fearsome also.
hewing byrnies.
battle ready.
feeding ravens.

nor death take him
halls of Odin.
come the next day,
you are my king.

gave the shining
rich despiser
giving arm-wealth,
bringing word-fame.

warrior ruling
Eastern Kingdom.
did he squander,
crowns are fickle.

elder verses,
never lingers;
as king will last
Eastern seasons.

ends too quickly,
bow points Northward.
the fall of kings.
thwarts whom she will.

that his moving
came it swiftly.
come the next day,
you are my king.


© 2005 - Lord Toki Redbeard


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