~ Poetry by me ~
Tyr, God of the Morning
Tyr, God of the Morning, the horn call ends the night.
Sunna wheels high over Midgard, but higher still is your might.
The troops are raising banners to march in first dawn´s light:
Tyr, also a warrior, give us strength for the fight.
Tyr, God of the Noontide, the heat makes hazy the land.
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our boots are burned by the sand.
Though every step is painful, we will pursue our way;
Tyr, also a warrior, help us never to sway.
Tyr, God of the Sunset, the darker hours draw near.
Our people are safe from dangers as long as we keep them clear.
Before your sword and shield all shadows and foes disappear;
Tyr, also a warrior, teach us to master our fear.
Tyr, God of the Midnight, this battle will be our end.
We always followed the North Star, for justice made our stand.
If ever we were worthy for you to fight and fall,
Tyr, also a warrior, lead us on to your hall!
© 2006 Michaela Macha
- This poem is in the
Common Domain and may be freely distributed
provided it remains unchanged, including copyright notice and this License -
This poem is much indebted to Rudyard Kipling´s
"Mithras, God of the Morning" for general idea,
structure outline and some imagery. Feel free to substitute "Tyr"
with Tiu, Tiwaz etc.
Image: ©
Analemma McKee Burrows
Faux stained glass original, available at
Analemma´s
Glass Art and
Triangle
Heathens Crafts.
