On the Golden Rose

What can one say that is but fair and true

Of the Golden Rose, her radiant splendor be;

A shining beacon that rings anew

A spring-tide merriment to those who see.

In silence she speaks her words of wisdom

And in the darkness her secrets be hid;

What she teaches, one surely knows seldom

Of such delicacies to the heart, which are indeed splendid.

What can one boast of the one of true beauty

Of chivalry and courtesy that all entrust;

Who by such a model is indeed a surety

Not only in mercy but also is just?

A rose in the desert, a vision so rare

Of determination and strength, her will unbent;

The thorns she bears, her people she’ll care

And traditions upheld, her hand will protect.

What can one say that is but true to see

Of the Golden Rose, her gentle beauty be;

She is the leader of her people, the star of our sea,

The mirror of our hearts, may all honour be given to thee.

They Believe

Though We Sit on Thrones

We Rule because They Believe

We are Not Our Own

War is Dawning

War is Drawing Nigh

The Bloodied Sun in the Sky

Caid Stands Ready

Home

Crescent and Dolphin

Blue and White Enchanting So

Caid is Our Home

Haiku to Raven

The raven flying

Through shadow forest and gale

Guiding my pathway

War Drum

War is dawning o’er the horizon still

A bloodied sun piercing valley ‘n hill

The bleats of horns boiling blood overfill’d 

Come, O Come, by your heart beat’s drum

Men arise and wolves awake

Seekin’ to plunder and victory take

Lusting fortunes and history make

Come, O Come, by your heartbeat’s drum

Till and toil the bones ye slay

Stir the ravens for souls that lay

Taking the breach and more this day

Come, O Come, by your heartbeat’s drum

Crowns and gold cannot protect,

Only the rage in hearts they get,

Valkyries plunder what their eyes’ve set

Come, O Come, by your heartbeat’s drum

Pray heed, stand fast, never forget

Actions taken, results ye get

Soon you need to repay thy debt,

Come, O Come, by your heartbeat’s drum

Spear and sword shall cut and slice

Away the fabric of this realm of life,

The Fates shall sneer at this warring strife,

Come, O Come, by your heartbeat’s drum

Remember, O mortals, that thee are dust,

But actions and words are immortal thus,

Keep mind of what’s set behind for us,

Come, O Come, by your heartbeat’s drum

My First Limerick - The Tribulation of Gan

Here is my first limerick that I wrote for the Starkhafn Anniversary 2019 Bardic Competition where the theme was about giants. This is a really rough first draft; however, everyone seemed to love it and so I hope you do as well!

There once was a giant named Gan,
Who was bigger than any known man,
He was strong and quite fit,
And, come to think of it,
Was stronger than any in his clan!
So into world he conquered,
He battered and bambled and slaughtered,
He went with his mace, to a kingdom with haste,
And take over the queen who was, quite pampered.
The Queen was quite elegant and fair,
With emerald eyes and raven black hair,
With a smirk and a glance, the giant fell for her, in a trance,
And decided in that moment to bed her.
Well that monster had not realized around there,
That the queen was a witch and a seer.
And so alone in the dim,
She decided to hex him,
And kept him all giant, except down there.
And so with great fury but fright,
The giant tried to beat her with might,
But in a moment like that,
She turned him into a rat,
And continued her reign with beauty and light.