The wet of Womb on newborn skin, wot to this life is now brought in,
Sweet Mothers tears now turn to Joy, Strong Father holding fast The Boy;
Now Force of Nature reigns supreme, which is both subtle and Extreme,
This Force which causes Joy and Greif, at once brings worry and relief;
Which causes Man and Woman fair the greatest of burdens to bare,
Forsaking selfishness and vice, they toil, and they sacrifice;
Seasons of Hardship they endure, from profane shelter they, the pure,
All in the Hope that Progeny shall among men recieve Glory;
Pray they their prayers that Favored He among The GODS shall Ever be,
They wish Him Health, long life and Wealth, They wish Him Love and Power great,
They train Him to wield Strength and stealth, Both to Destroy and to Create,
Rightfully do they toil so, for what minds forget, Hearts Ever Know,
For as The Child joins this world, so do The Norns then Weave His Fate;
As Infant sleeps, or weeps on bed, There do They Weave The Golden Thread,
Wot determines for Mirth or dread, When Man is alive and when dead;
To Hero Hearted, Hardships come, and times of Trouble they may Know,
Yet not from battle do they run, to Adventure, eager they go;
In Fire Fierce is cold Steel Forged, with many folds and Hammer blows,
So by Pain Warriors Heart is Gorged with Strength that He may Crush His Foes;
So gentle Mother, weep ye not, though your son fair, through onslaught fares,
Mighty Father teach Him, be Strong, to do what no other man dares;
For worry, fear, and fret, and rave, of all these, None His life will save,
The Maidens Three who Weave The Fates, have chosen for Him Pyre or grave;
When Love brings Joy to His Heart, Dear, When Courage Rules, dispelling fear,
Or Heartbreak tears His Heart to shreds and turns Him Colder than the dead;
With head held high, let Him press on, and fearless dedication know,
Fear is for naught, His Fate is fixed, Full Strong anchored so long ago;
Nobly seeks He Love and Glory, and that All Men shall Know His Story,
For Well bred Woman, Him to Adore, and Mightiest to be in War;
Strong Sons, Fair Daughters, Loyal Bride, may all they stand with Him in pride,
Until into His hands should fall The Greatest Honour of them All,
When Battle He Shall, Gloriously, and Strike the foe, Victoriously,
Then Noble Man and Maiden Fair together set Sail to ALLFATHERS Hall...
Written by [
NorthStorm]
