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.