November (Blotmonath)

November (Blotmonath)

Blotmonath, the month of blood and sacrifice,

Culling the weakest, or paying the price.

Not enough fodder, in the barn to keep,

All of the animals, so we must reap.

In honour of the gods, we sacrifice,

Preparations before, the months of Ice.

Meat is laid down, for the winter and feast,

Frosty winds now blow, suns power has ceased.

But let us rejoice, mead cup bearing boys,

All join in the feast, and share in the joys.

Delight in the spread, and line the benches,

Drink hail now me lads, to those young wenches.

Spells be laid to, blunt the blade of coldness,

Darkest frosty days, where art thou boldness.

Dreadful Goblins, Grendel bog to banish,

Earthen dwarfs, in Nida’vel’lir to vanish.

Greybeards hath they, endured cruel winter tides,

In dead of night, the darkest elf now strides.

Spirit spell to cast, dark elves to Svartheim,

Let us live to see, another summer time!

Copyright Andrew Rea 2009