Category talk:Tir Righ

Poem read at the Investiture of Ulfgar and Renee

The Line of Tir Righ

Look well, oh lords of the Northlands At the Line of far-famed Tir Righ Steadfast stand Ulfgar and Renee Eighth of the Storm Princes

Before them Kheron, noble-browed sword-servant, Safeguard of the elk-ocean was he And Ksenia, cloud-flame of the court This brooch-bearer of northern kin

Before them Ulf, wolf of the northern winter Whom the willows of the breastplate guard And Amanda, robed in ice and mist Nurturer of a kingdom’s heirs

Before them Ieuan, the eagle’s meal-giver Increaser of the serpent’s bench And Gwyneth, meadow of the gameboard She governed with summer’s ease.

Before them Ulf, offerer of noble blood In his Hall, a realm stood as one And Bernadette, root of the bow-tree Who hailed bearers of the sword-shakers

Before them Kheron, feeder of the wound-falcon Who gave fair praise to helm-servants And Ksenia, cup-tree of the hall She attended her work with care.

Before them Ulf, unwavering ash of the Spear Honour gave he to all who served And Celdae, of the welcoming courts Who rewarded noble courtesy

Before them Einar, oak of the northern armies Honoured Prince, first of his line And Thora, bright gleam on the throne The thunder of swords in her name

Before them Davin, hero-descended king The dawn of Tir Righ in his eyes And Groa, who greeted the northland’s birth Grasses, waving, whisper her name

Before them Nicholaus, of the night fires He knew well the weight of a crown And Allysia, laurel-decked Her labours remembered by all

Before them Wilam, war-lord of great fame Warden of the people’s peace And Siobhan, ruler of vernal lands Vine’s blood of the mountains and vales

Before them Aveloc, ally of the North Alone he walks unknown paths And Maliqua, lamp-light of the scribes And lady of the battle-boards

Before them Davin, dire battle-raven Dauntless was he to his foes And Groa, gold-robed sovereign Great was the mirth in her courts

Before them Skepti, whose skills were proven Skald of the scabbard-tongue was he And Asa, apple of Asgard Who inspired great armies

Before them Stone stood beneath raging storm And the stars blazed a sovereign wyrd

Written By: Brighid

Comment by Thora:

Thank you to Brighid for writting this poem and sharing it with us.