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An Uller song
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I offer worship to the Aesir and Vanir and greatly favor the use of poetry and song when doing so. This is an example, being a song I wrote to offer Uller, God of Archery, Hunting, Winter Travel and other such.
Hail all;
I am in the habit of writing a new Uller song every September for when I stand Offering to the Bow Lord at the beginning of each hunting season. Here is last year's effort. The first stave is repeated as the Burden (chorus) of the song. I write in blank verse mostly using Long Meter to give some order to the words. The cadence I use is very similar to Longfellow's "Song of Hiawatha " when I recite, rather than sing. I do have a tune for this one worked out. This song is a little changed from my ususal style, a mix of Long Meter and lines of 6 beats per measure; being a return, from looking at my body of work, to the first few songs I wrote 8 - 9 years ago. Weal Warder Uller, Warder, of Innangard Woodland Rover, Bright is your Name Ever trekking, beyond the bounds Searching for banes, blocking their way As days grow short, and nights grown long Thoughts turn to Hearth and Home To Kin and Kith, who gather round To wait out winter storms The longhouses, are snugly built With firewood laid by Granaries and, larders are filled With wealth of harvest time Burden Evening time is, when all the folk Sit together at board Fill horn and bowl, empty them out Then await story time Old Skald does stand, before the hearth His strong voice weaving tales Speaks of the Gods, and Clan Warder Woodswise One, Protector Burden 'Twas long ago, and longer still Before the earth was young The Giants strode, across the hills God Kin had not been born Once time did start, others sprang up Hallowed Ones of two clans They had a war, then made a peace And challenged Giants' reign Burden Holy Ones saw, some Giants change They became weal builders Joined with the Gods, gave Them Kin Oath One such was called Uller And then came Man, shaped by the Gods Odin, Vili and Ve Man came to know, Hallowing Way And stories became Lore Burden Unerring Eye, and Strong of Arm Swift and silent in stride He joined Gods' Clan, and made His place Ranging bounds of their Garth Away from all, Godly Comrades Uller did fend for self His crafty ways, in woods and war Did grow in depth and skill Burden Of bowman fine, striding along Hunters had fleeting glimpse In deep woodland, just at nightfall He made not track or sound He vanished from, their line of sight Then tapped them on their heads He'd show them how, to better be Providers for their folk Burden They spent two weeks, hunting with Him Honing the arts He showed With bow and knife, spear and sling Body, mind and heart During the nights, as they rested Old One would tell them tales Of banes he'd seen, those he had slain Of duty to guard weal Burden Fortnight it was, but one night's dream Showed them how to improve They made a vow, to follow through Become their best as men As days grow short, and nights grown long Thoughts turn to Hearth and Home To Kin and Kith, who gather round To wait out winter's storms Burden Burden -- May the Holy Aesir and Vanir strengthen us. May our Blessed Forebears see us as worthy. May we ever build for Kin, Kith and Community. In Grith under Troth Stefn Ullarsson Piparskeggr Catamount Grange Hearth - Husband Oak Shadow Kindred - Skald Folkbuilder - Asatru Folk Assembly - IL, IA. MO |
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