The Line of Tir Righ

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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

copyright 2003, 2006 Brenda Gerritsma

• This poem is solely and entirely written by me and is copyrighted. While I welcome the addition of links to the various persons and incidences referred to, and any comments anyone wishes to make, I request that you do me the courtesy of not adding lines/stanzas, or altering my work in any way other than to correct spelling mistakes.