The Oath
Inheritance mine is ruin and death
Ashes whisper, strength uncleft
In shadow’s breath, of warmth bereft
Seeds of Wyrd, in soundless depth
Of flesh and bone, of earth and stone
What Woden’s shown, still much unknown
The blade you hone will see you home
So don’t bemoan the Wyrd I’ve sown
Oaths resound through voided air
“Nis þīn, is mīn”, the vow I swear
From shattered roots, a strength to bear
In sorrow’s soil, waits wisdom’s heir
Through ruin's veil, through death’s embrace
Wyrd shall guide o’er time and space
For in the loss, seeds mark hope’s trace
From shadows' cold, light grows ablaze
Though storms may howl and skies may crack
These roots hold firm against attack
Through the darkness, no turning back
Through grief and pain, I carve new tracks
The weight of endings pulls me low
Yet fuels the fire ‘neath the snow
Wyrd’s threads, through brambles show
In broken heart, still life can grow
Each step, a thread; each tear, a weave
On Windswept Ash, dew for its leaves
What’s torn apart will find reprieve
What’s burnt may once again shine free
-Wræcca