Rise Of The Striplings Poem by Franc Rodriguez

The war betwixt the Gods had ended,
the sons of Aesk were born on the dale.
And their offspring were thus weaned,
upon the hands of the mighty Gods.
They strove on the hulls of the longships,
they would come afterwards to sail.
Onto many far away lands they wended,
and onto the fields of new abodes.
They yode like foregangers of the yore,
upon the bustling waves of Njordr.
Within time the sibbs of new athelings,
on the earth would be begotten.
And they would be led onto the world,
by the briskly winds of Thor.
The worthy deeds of the almighty Gods,
were yondblowing and never forgotten.
For years the truce amongst the brethren,
withstood ere till one wistful day.
The truce had come to be broken amain,
by the clans through the selfish athelings.
The Gods would witness the wrath of Aesk,
and his kith forlorn in a land so far away.
Thenceforth they would be born to ward,
as warriors and mettlesome siblings.
The need for greed made the athelings,
come to free the offspring of Sköll.
And the wanton fifels from the wealds,
that skulked in the groves of the night.
And there amidst the depth of Midgard,
they roamed beyond the creepy knoll.
To and fro they wended with much nith,
upon the lands of the clans with might.
For many moons they wreaked havoc,
upon the clansmen with an iron hold.
They came as a blustery storm casting fear,
amongst the weaken souls they wielded.
And the eventides would therefore be full,
with the dripping blood of the fallen bold.
And from within the grasp of the full moon,
they rose from whence they were moulded.
Upon the fog a horde of brave new fighters,
ganged as they suddenly arose.
The kith of Aesk whelmed them through,
their bravery and their sleights.
They swarmed upon their foe within dawn,
and the threat would come to close.
They slew the wolves with their swords,
as they drove them to the heights.
Hitherto with the coming of the sunlight,
they began to wizen and swelt then.
They were heried and they were bestowed,
the keepers of the kinsfolk.
Thenceforth the hild had afterwards ended,
but yet the war had only begun.
The bairns did not foresee in the athelings,
the wantonness that awoke.
Forsooth the wrath of the froward athelings,
many said would be currish.
It would be then deemed by the elders,
the war of the athelings.
The glare of their whetted swords swealed,
as they would burnish.
In the lore of the Norsemen it was known,
as the rise of the striplings.