The Lay of Halrekk

The Lay of Halrekk
Written: 2007
Synopsis: Another Epic Poem
Note: I tried treating caesuras as line breaks here since I can't format them properly. I'm not sure it works
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Whisper to the wind,
And if the muse is willing
I'll tell to you
A tale of tales
Of heroes and of heathens
Of the legendary Halrekk
And the doom of Domrill
Dealer of death

Many valiant Vikings
Vied in Modhall
To lead the legions
Against the dark Lord
Who threatened their lands
And their leader and their lives
And Malr was slain
By Modi, son of Magnus
And Dvalin felled the brothers
Bragi and brave Breka
Many lives were lost
And thus fell powerful lords
King Thengil called halt
And the heroes heard
The bickering ceased
And he bid the bard
To speak a tale
Of splendour and spare
No detail of death
Or desire in his sotry.
The bard was new
But had much knowledge and nerve
"Hark! Warriors
Hear this harrowing
Tale, in which I tell
Of terrible tragedy
From Kvasir's spit
Of which I speak shall spring:

The wanderer walked
To the walls of Gotheim
And was welcomed by the king
And his wife, the wer.
Mead was drunk
And many of the men
Slipped into sleep,
Slaves to their drink
But King Weland still heard
The words of the wanderer:
Breaking the silence
He softly said:


"Betrayal strikes from those
Whose truth we trust
You will die by her hand;
No halberds nor huscarls
Will spare you this.
You will die young
Leave her this night
Or your life will be lessened."

Weland was wounded
By the words of the wise-one
"Flarmen is loyal
Loving and learned
She will remain
at my right, no reason
Would drive her away"

"Drink and dream
Never shall you again
Be glad in Gullholl."
The seer vanished
As the sun set.

That morning the woman
Wore her wolfskin
And quickly killed
Her kin: her son
And his father, destroying
The family forever
And Domrill the brave,
Her brother, broke
The gates of Gotheim
And burned the Gullholl
He ploughed salt into the soil
And sailed to lands unknown

But the wound the son
Of Weland took was weak
The vicious blow he survived
And swore his vengeance
Halrekk he was called,
The hero of Hathor
For seven years
He sailed the seas
Earning rewards
And wine and women

He swept off his hood
Halting the hiding
Halrekk stood in Modhall
Magnificent and mighty
"This battle is mine;
I was born to be
The killer of Domrill!
Cold and callous
He stared at the knights
And none had the nerve
To withstand the gaze,
Willful, unwavering.

Thengil slowly rose
And regally replied:
"Warrior of the waves
We welcome you here
We value your aid,
Your valour and vigilance
Is not unknown.
Prove your name

And you shall lead
Our lords to the light."
He handed the hero
And helping of iron.
"This chain has challenged
Fenrir the chosen
Break through Dromi
And my brother you shall be."

His muscles grew mountainous
As he mightily rent
The chain asunder
The chore was no challenge.

The deed was done
And the king decreed:
"The strength of Fenrir
Will strike fear into our foe
You will lead my legions
As a lord of Modholl"

The horns heralded
The way of the host
As they marched
Through muck and mire
To Dolgvoll Green
To deal with Dromrill

The battle long
Many lives were lost
Blood ran on the dirt
From the dead and the dying
Halrekk drove through the press
Driving towards Domrill
His defenses were useless
And Halrekk's uncle was undone.
He threw down his enemy
And thrust at his throat
Thus Domrill died
And forever was he damned.

But Halrekk was not unscatherd
His scars had scars
So many were his wounds
Mightier men

Had lost to less,
But he was losing
His fury spent,
He fell, finished
And was carried from the field
By courtiers of the king

They laid him in a longboat
And set it alight
As it sailed to the sea
King Thengel said:
"Verily, the valkyries
Took him to Valhalla
He was the mightiest
Man in Midgard.
The Einherjar will enjoy
Their new enlistee."
And he walked away
From the women weeping

The Lay of Sædraca

The Lay of Sædraca
Written: 2006
Synopsis: A epic poem about a Norse warrior who encounters peril on the high seas
Note: I'm having trouble formatting the caesuras; sorry.
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Hark! The whole universe was formed in ages past
From Ymirs corpse so too did Hjorrheim rise from the blood
Of Darren Damirson whose death allied the three tribes of Jutland

But strife came in those glorious halls as Loki's hand was played
The Shield-peace was shattered and many were the fallen
Dvalin and Nori Orm and Vili
Thyam and Erik Sworthin the Spear Thrower
And many more whose names have beeen lost, though their deeds live on

As the green-meat failed to grow the Lord looked elsewhere
Oer the seas to the brighter land
And sent his Thane on a crossing
To seek food to feed his people's open mouths.

Melrakki launched a longship with thirteen mighty men
Calling it Sædraca a name of ill omen
He hastened to Hibernia for conquest and spoils.

On the shark-road they sailed for many days and nights
Until a cloud darkened Ymir's skull blotting out the sun as though the wolf earned his meal
The waves tossed up and hurled the ship about as a toy in the hand of a God

Undaunted Melrakki stood at the fore holding his ground as he was tossed about.
He shook his fist at the wind and invoked the Treehanger
For Odin, the One-Eye, the All-Wise might answer
And dampen the demons of the eternal sea.

And even as he spake the storm retreated to its astral home
And the angry water returned to its soothing rythym
The storm had vanished as completely as Haelend
After he saved the Sverdings from an untimely death
All those years past In the dread winter.

Peace was not to be had for they were not alone
A flying-sheet was on the horizon and moving ever closer
The sigil was of Vandbarr the Kinslayer of Jorgum
The water-horse drew nearer as the warriors readeid their Skjolds
Knowing that this fight may be their last until they joined with Odin in Valhall.

"Kinslayer!" called Melrakki his voice echoing across the water
As that of a Thor calling for a giant in Jotunheim's halls
"What business have you here? Leave us and begone!"
Vandbarr's reply was more biting A swarm of arrows from above
Fell upon the warriors Slaying two noble men who were Melrakki's kin
And then he boats met And Vandbarr's demons swarmed across

Melrakki slew the first And drove his Sverd into another.
Vandbarr bellowed as the Berserkgangr came upon him
Transforming him into a raging bear who barreled forth
Ripping out the hearts Of two warriors and devouring them

Melrakki stood with sverd in hand and took he first drive upon his skjold
Pushing back the demon with the boss
His sverd swung in the air but did not bite
Though Vandmarr's claws tore though his chain

The Thane swung low and the flat of his blade
Took the bear below the knees ssending him to the deck
And seizing his head between two hand Melrakki snapped his neck.

The battle done the enemy corpses
Were turned into the eternal depths
The swiftest route to Hel where they would work on the nail-boat.

The four of Melrakki's warriors who had fallen
Were placed on Vandmarr's boat with their sverds and skjolds.
Their hair was long their nails were trimmed
They lived their life as true warriors.
Then the teller of tales Grettir the Bard
Lifted his lute and began to play

Ragnorok's herald, Baldr Odin's son
Whose death would call the Ragnarok
Could not be allowed to languish in Hel
Hod's hand had shot but Loki had guided
The dart that dealt the final blow

Hermod rode for many leagues
On Slepinir Stallion of Odin
The Seer's Sevant asked for Baldr's release
And was refused by Hel herself
Unless all living things lamented the fair one's passing

So the pantheon passed throughout Asgard and Mitgard
And all the branches of great Yggdrasil
Even in Jotunheim did they lament the death of Baldr
But in one far-off cave slept Thokk the giantess
Whose eyes would shed no tears not even for one so fair
So Baldr languishes in the pi t until the First Day
When he rise and return to the fields of Asgard
With Magni and Modi and Hod his brother
And the world shall be replenished anew

And the torch was put to the boat as it was cast away
And the dead were sent away in the manner of kings

In the sun's last light the ship suddenly collapsed beneath the waves
Pulled down by an almighty arm into the depths.
"They have been taken up by the Valkyries"
said Valern the Young the next to die.
"No," said Melrakki "take up your skjolds
A fell presence is at work here.
They were dragged down not up to the heavenly hall."

For it was no mortal presence that assailed them
It was the Sædraca itself seeking vengeance for its name
The conquering kraken the tentacled horror
The fourth spawn of Loki devil of the gods
and the doom of Melrakki though doomed in itself

Even as skjolds were reborne A massive tentacle lashed from the deep
And grabbed Valern yanking him away
Towards some massive maw beneath the waves

Eight of the appendages latched to the boat
And no sverd nor spear Could unlatch them
With a thunderous crack Louder than Mjollnir
The boat was rent asunder and the water rushed in

Melrakki held on to his sverd and swam toward the monstrous head
A massive tentacle grabbed the viking holding him away from air
With fading breath he plunged his sword into a gigantic eye
Sending massive clouts of red dust into the dark blue

The kraken sunk but its irresitable grip
Dragged Melrakki down the depths
As the world turned back there was a flutter of wings
And an outstretched hand tore Melrakki from his foe's grasp
And pulled him up to Asgard where he fought until the Ragnarok.