Brew Of The Warlock Poem by Franc Rodriguez

The yearly yule before the Forethule had thus betided, <br>
upon one full moon and the Saxons had soon gathered.<br>
The sith where the goddess Eoster was worshiped ever, <br>
and the young maidens sought amain to wed an atheling.<br>
The sundry tales of seidhr were kept alive in the elders, <br>
and a time where the maidens bathed as they lathered.<br>
And they frolicked with the winsome elves and dwarves, <br>
as the clansmen sang and drunk mead with the stripling.<br>
But soon the stillness of the blitheness was to be broken, <br>
by the brew of a selfish fiend whose gryre he would breed.<br>
And a warlock would come one day there amid the Saxons, <br>
and with his harmful brew he would wield the kingdom.<br>
Upon a gleesome morning as the kinsfolk brooked in frith, <br>
a being would bond the wyrd of the clans out of his greed. <br>
An iwis warlock with the guise of a daring atheling came, <br>
before the maidens who he bewitched through swikdom. <br>
The lovely maidens could not overcome his wicked spell, <br>
as one by one they fell swiftly under his soothing galdor. <br>
Amansed and doomed to roam the edges of firths and brine, <br>
and to wail like a mournful widow among the bustling gales.<br>
The tale speaks of a most wicked brew brought and drunk, <br>
by the fairest maiden as she became a wraith lost in wuldor.<br>
For a hundred years her shrill wails would agrise the thorps, <br>
as clansmen were found hardened as stone amongst the dales.<br>
The wicked warlock had sithence rixled the Saxons, Yutes, <br>
Angles and Frisians, and the clans then sought their freedom. <br>
But from amongst the fearful athelings that soon would bow, <br>
before his might came a young heleth weaned by the clans.<br>
Hence he would come to end the gryre of the loathed warlock, <br>
and free at last the once lovely maiden from her dire thraldom.<br>
He was born the son of a freeman but yet weaned by a wizard, <br>
amongst the skill and craft of the Gods and their mighty hands.<br>
It was said that he came from beyond the far brine and dales, <br>
and was born with the brawn of Tiw and the hands of Thunor.<br>
One day as he rode yond the slade of tors he raught the dales, <br>
within the ease of the moorland there he found a nearby firth.<br>
And as his horse began to drink from the bluish waters ahead, <br>
he felt he stood amongst the mighty wight who lurked before.<br>
Quickly he saw that his beloved horse suddenly became stone, <br>
and he grabbed his sword as he heard the wails beyond the warth.<br>
And slowly from amid the waters came the ugsome guise of a wraith, <br>
as she stared into the bemuddled eyes of the heleth who stood in awe.<br>
The once sparkling bluish waters of the brine were now wried in blood, <br>
with her shadeless body as she flew into the wind that followed her.<br>
Thenceforth she stopped as the warrior stood beguiled it thus seemed, <br>
as she dwealde him oth his strength was waned there amongst the haw.<br>
But yet the galdor in his mene that was around his neck would thwart, <br>
her furtherance even more as she began to then shriek upon the wer. <br>
And the brave warrior with the galdor of his mene blinded the wraith, <br>
as she became herself hardened stone that bore the seeming of fright.<br>
The galdor of the mighty mene thus ended the hundred year old curse, <br>
as the once ugsome wraith had henceforth become a lovely woman afresh.<br>
She spoke of the most harrowing curse that was brought upon her ere, <br>
by an evil warlock who she was to wed on one wistful and gloomy night.<br>
Then on his white steed anew he rode onto the kingdom of the warlock, <br>
and with the galdor of his mene and sword he slew the wight so brash.<br>
And the once beloved maiden had become then the queen of the Saxons, <br>
as she rixled the Saxons with her swain who thus became the new king.<br>
The eerie tale of the brew of the warlock was told to the striplings, <br>
who durst forsooth to roam beyond the howling waters of the brine.<br>
The mene of the high-heart hiel would forever dwell among the Saxons, <br>
as the seidhr of the Gods was kept within the galdor of a token ring.<br>
The brew of the Saxons would be seen amongst the mead they drunk, <br>
within the horns of the elders they frolicked and with their teeming wine. <br>