ROB
A KING'S STAND
Four long years the battle has raged,
with the 'powers that be'.
Arthur Pendragon at the head,
a King for all to see.
"Return their bones" his battle-cry,
calls out across the land.
Heart to heart we all nobly vow,
to stand fast hand in hand.
"Do the decent thing" he asks them,
"make all good people proud".
we'll sing out praises over these lands,
with voices raised aloud.
All faiths united in this fight,
respect those gone before.
Return the bones unto the soil,
bring justice to our shore.
"Honour thy spoken word" he asks them,
"do what you know is right."
For men and women 'fore the stones,
will not give up the fight.
No food in his belly,nor his steed's
yet still he holds the line,
Standing before the Sacred Stones,
to fight till end of time.
Made noble by acts of good deed,
not by some 'right of birth'.
In courts and fields across the land,
for those laid in the earth.
Like spirits raised from long ago,
to honour the stones once more.
Fighting again for a noble cause,
as in the days of yore.
Twelve hundred days and more have passed,
since 'our King' made it clear.
"Return our Ancestor's bones right now.
their place of rest is HERE!!!
FOR THE FALLEN
Dig the turf from off the ground,
set the stones in circle round,
lay in sticks and logs for fire,
tonight we light the funeral pyre.
come one,come all and sit ye down,
old friendships lost new bonds are bound
,laugh and talk of times gone by,
while about us spirits fly.
don't mourn for family's passing,
nor grieve for friendships end,
sink not into a world of darkness,
where sorrows never end.
fill a glass and raise a cheer,
to toast the ones no longer here,
remember them and don't be sad,
remember all the fun you had.
when again the sun we see,
with morning's fiery glow,
we've watched the embers flickering,
till the fire has now burned low.
we homeward go each one of us
,to face the coming days
your spirit walks along with us all,
as we go our many ways.
Runic-sage.2012
WINTERS SOLSTICE
The winter Sun begins to rise,
over the cold horizon.
The Solstice now has come to pass,
it marks the turning of the season.
People of all shapes and sizes,
are gathered round these stones.
Hand in hand we stand together,
none need stand alone.
A time of shorter days,long nights,
less light just cold and rain.
The 'Spirits of The Ancient Ones',
shall forever here remain.
Join together in hand and voice,
and let us be as one.
The darkest night is over now,
as we herald in the sun
Look towards the coming dawn,
turn our faces to the sun.
Days of sadness start to fade,
the days of joy begun.
Winter grips this frost-rimed place,
in its ice-like hand.
Till the wheel turns round to spring,
brings life back to the land.
Over these pillars,these Sacred Stones,
swift-winged cloud shadows fly.
Marking the passing of the year,
time slipping slowly by.
Lift up your eyes to greet the sun,
and lift your voice to sing.
Tho it may be darkest now,
it soon will be the Spring.
All of us here stood together,
united for all to see.
no you,nor i,no he or she,
for all of us are WE.
Look to a time to celebrate,
when Warbands goals are won.
we'll all have stood the test of time,
together we've stood as one.
by RunicSage.2012
LESSONS FROM THE FOUR
Cool mist through the valley runs,
the damp makes your bones feel old.
But tho my skin is soaking-wet,
i shall not feel the cold.
With burnished gold,the morning Sun,
splits the sky asunder.
Breaking through the cold,dark sky,
that we've been sleeping under.
The surging sea upon the beach,
like drumbeats on the shore.
Carries me off to a timeless place,
a world of myth and lore.
Out of the air a mournful cry,
drifts down from up above.
It echos the sounds of the wind,
a voice that i do love.
And if I listen really hard,
I can almost catch the words.
They speak to me of graceful flights,
with softly-soaring birds.
As I sit on this mystic coast,
elements, here are three.
it just remains to light a fire,
and bring the fourth to me.
Surging, crashing, rolling, dashing,
the Water Spirits I see.
With booming voices, their fluid lessons,
they teach in song to thee.
Timeless are the weathered stones,
as beneath my feet they lay.
Like the rock, hard and enduring,
this is the message they say.
The flicker of flames shows the way,
to bring the past to life.
Learn to use your passion wisely,
to not cause others strife.
With Air for breath,Fire for passion,
like water let your life flow.
Make your resolve as hard as stone,
and then your soul will grow.
Fill your spirit with these four things,
and heed their lessons well.
You may need them in the future,
for only time will tell.
SAMHAIN
Dark clouds tumble across the sky,
nature's banners unfurled.
With fleetest wings,the coal-black birds,
fly to the Nether world.
Carry our message, if you will,
to bid them 'come again'.
For this one night,until the dawn,
with us they can remain.
Charms and ward will be the stronger,
words will hold more power.
All of this will continue to grow,
as we near 'the Witch's Hour'.
Oh Spirits from across the void,
your time has come to pass.
The veil between our worlds has thinned,
Samhain is here at last.
Grab a flagon filled with ale,
or 'Druid-fluid'mead.
Fill a cup with any strong brew,
whichever meets your need.
Let's light the night to honour them,
with a pyre and firebrands.
All together in our circle,
join voices and link hands.
No bowed heads, no somber prayers,
between us only joy.
Let's celebrate and make them proud,
no time to be so coy.
We have no fear of you our forebears,
no chills when you are here.
The joy we hold within our hearts,
is plain when you are near.
Walk beside us, sit amongst us,
let's talk of times gone by.
Until the coming of the dawn,
when to your world you fly.
Raise your glass to 'Our Ancestors',
those who have gone before.
As back beyond the veil they pass,
to worlds of ancient lore.
Until the wheel once more does turn,
when Samhain comes again.
Rest in peace,we take up your fight,
"For ever here remain".
GALLOWS MEAT
Here ye hang,on the roadside jib,
for all your evil ways,
dance away now,don't be shy,
it's time to end your days.
You've sailed and plundered on 'the main',
for gold and want of fun,
till you got caught by the Kings men,
and now your course is run.
No more longing for the ocean,
No sea-spray on your face,
swinging away on the 'Bridport Dagger',
dance to the Devil's pace.
Cutlass broken,at your feet lies,
no boots upon your feet,
taken by a lowly beggar,
to trade for 'Gallow's meat'.
Who will mourn your sudden passing,
when 'justice' has been done?
only the barman from the inn,
for loss of his income.
You've made your bed,and so you'll lie,
not resting in the ground,
but swaying in the crossroad's breeze,
with iron all around.
