Spear Of Odin Poem by Franc Rodriguez

Amidst the sundry tales of the clansmen,
is a wonderful tale of Viking lore.
It is a tale intertwined in the rune stones,
in the depth of the Nordic lands.
The elders bespeak of the spear of Odin,
the foremighty God of war.
It was a harsh hild that betided long ago,
nearby the forgotten strands.
The old hidden spear and its worth,
reached the ears of the brazen kings.
Amongst the chosen by the eight,
was a werod of bold warriors.
Upon the bustling winds they strove,
with the lead of Thor’s wings.
To lead them onward as they durst,
was the wisdom of the soothsayers.
In the stronghold of the tall firgens,
was the spear buried in a lost grove.
They reached the shale the forthnight,
and the draugar they would dread.
It was said that they were once men,
daring as they wended and strove.
They durst the mighty Gods of ere,
and now dwell as souls of the undead.
They could not see the draugar at all,
but the darkness of the night.
They trundled along the murky swales,
and swarthy sward leading ahead.
The whistling sounds were heard nigh,
as they followed the fire of light.
An atheling saw the frightening grove,
as the raindrops fell onto his forehead.
They glanced at the amazing heights,
that came to dwell within the sky.
With their swords and shields at hand,
they sought the grove within the mists.
As they came closer to the grove,
they heard their shrieks nearby.
As the shrill would deafened them,
they wried their ears with their fists.
As they trekked through the grove,
they bived in fear at their seeming.
Their guises were that of blue wights,
with huge teeth and sharpen claws.
They tore open the byrnies of the men,
and took their souls upon screaming.
There left was a shadow of whiteness,
in their eyes and their open jaws.
With the manifold souls swallowed,
they were few that stood their wrath.
But amongst the brave that still lived,
were twain men within the edge.
And it would be the son of Valdimarr,
who thirled their souls within the path.
The draugar would swind into the night,
as the Gods brought a heavy wedge.
Thus they uprooted them in the end,
with bravery and heedful sleights.
And the light of day would glimmer,
and it shone anew upon the welkin.
The spear of Odin was to be kept hidden,
by the elders there within the heights.
And the keeper of the spear was nigh,
within the sky, lurked the eye of Odin.