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Under the Cloak


All courts have come
People are gathered
Growing dissent,
Two creeds compete 

Some oaths are sworn
some by the White Christ;
Rites bind agreements, 
peace will fail

Charged was I 
The cross or the hammer,
A heavy burden
alone I seek counsel  

How can I turn
not honor the Aesir
Thorgeir they named me,
Thorgeir the traitor

The Gods took blots
will barren become
Bitter it is
to follow the One

Norway urges
holding as hostage
War they would wage,
Torn in this quarrel,

The old faith I offer
As sacrifice
No public worship;
and sagas survives

Chill before sunrise
Dawning of Christ´s age,
I cast away
Fare thee well, Thunderer,

I must go, they are waiting.
I will tell my folk
Some will go gladdened
But one we become

hard counsel to hold ,
on Parliament Plain.
a gap divides us:
our customs to rule.

by Öku-Thor,
which ones are valid ?
religion keeps law;
if we pursue both faiths.

to choose for us all:
the High Ones or Christ.
they bid me bear;
under my cloak.

to betray my Gods,
my ancestors´ way ?
Thunderer´s Spear;
they may yet call me.

and gave us blessings,
the fruitful fields ?
to break our troth
from foreign lands.

the new way on us,
our helpless children.
and weak we are
torn as am I.

on unity´s altar
for sake of our folk.
in private perhaps
a seed for the future.

settles the fog;
dusk for the Gods.
my cloak and my hope;
here at Thingvellir.

With weary words
which faith we shall follow.
and some will go grieving,
in custom and creed.

© 2005 Michaela Macha

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