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Ingvarr Ørrabein
Written for and about Sir Gawain Nordmann and Mistress Francesca d’Ivrea for
September 2009 Crown Tourney
The swinger of Gugnir, Looked upon wolf-feeders. The need was seen for one, To over shadow all. To lead the Einherjar, Against hordes of Jotun, None with point more mighty, No one more nobly loved.
The one eyed all-father, Did each Aesir consult. Frigg did see his true fate. To lead men to battle, In peace and war to rule. Midgardr to be his reign, Till come raven maidens Take him to Valhalla.
The thundering red one, Mjollnir rings on anvil, Mists dark flame did he forge. Death’s brand like no other, To the bright one he went. A shield did he then craft, The covering woven, His hair invincible.
Tyr next did give his gifts, The justice of a god, A hero’s bravery, Victory in battle. Then the foe of Belja, Adds Skidbladnir’s guidance, The sun should shine on him, Freyr knows the perfect land.
The denizens of Asgard Gathered all together Congratulations now For an effort complete The wolf’s father held back A chance for mischief now For the raven feeder Humor to match his own.
Freya saw a weakness, A warrior is but half. Balance is what’s lacking, Se knew what was needed. Grace to match his honor, Beauty to match his strength, A stalwart companion, A woman by his side.
The Weavers of life’s skeins Gifted rival talent Thread becoming magic Her hands the tool of art Ið from her eski The cider of the fruit The howler’s desire filled The benefits are reaped
The hoof thrower’s rider Hofvarpnir’s own mistress The skill of a goddess Place on the shore of thought The swan maiden brings life The meal of the heart’s hall Nurturing her own young And others as her own |
