A Carving
© Stefn Ullarsson Piparskeggr
21 Horning 2251 RE
A Runestone did, stand in the Hof
Deep the carvings, upon its face
A worthy spot, where all could see
Its message old, its meaning plainKnow how to read, Know how to write
Wise words hard gained, from Elder Kin
They prod us to, much knowledge learn
And use our minds, in worthy waysKnow how to carve, know how to stain
In stone and wood, in steel and bone
The Holy Runes, from Odin's grasp
Holding power, in form and strokeKnow how to ask, know how to Blót
To worship give, and blessing get
A rightful plea, and grateful thanks
Confirm respect, for Old Ones HighIn all of these, and more besides
The Staves hold keys, to Lore and thought
A healing charm, a warding mark
A craftsman's glyph, a grave mound's stoneThe magic though, contained within
These simple lines, upright and slash
Lies in the Wyrd, of Tribe's Orlay
And Runestone's words, reminders are
