The Three Ætts

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Fehu- The first sign, born from treesides.
A tree of wealth, and gilded leaves.
Young love sits, beside the bark of silk.

Uruz- The young bull rises, and takes dominance over his herd.
And when an outsider arrives, his fury is to arise.

Thurisaz- Damned to do or to not, chaos is a foot and triumph you may not.
The thorny hedge can defend and offend, but do you offend or defend?

Ansuz- It is said Wotan created wolves, with northern wind and divine breath.
And the hunter claims, with purpose his path.
As the gods inspire, and point in that direction.

Raido- A journey unending, like the feeling of seasons unending.
The road goes on, theres a destination in mind but when we arrive.
A new trek begins, perhaps down another path.

Kenaz- Light appears in form of a torch, in the middle of the short nights of summer.
Like a moth is drawn to the flame, the learner is drawn to the teacher.
And the teacher, holds the torch only to pass it off.

Gebo- A gift calls for a gift, an exchange of magic.
Words and sentiment, or gold and silver.
Kindness beacons for kindness, and treachery repay with lies.

Wunjo- This rune i know first hand, its joy comes down like warm summer rain.
As you fall you begin to realise, the confusion is no delusion.
Wunjo will tranquilize the seas, and cause the bears to sing with the birds.

Hagalaz- A hail storm coming, this rune is of ice and cold.
So sudden an ice storm rages, and so sudden it dissipates.
And the sun shines again, as all storms pass.

Nauthiz- A rune of Örlög, a rune of destiny. Restrictions and constraints, can restrain the strongest of will.
Under the stars the river runs, all ice melts eventually.

Isa- Ice eons old, opens and melts into memory.
Refreezes and thaws again, always the cycle turns.
The water flows and froms an icicle, and again it begins to drip.

Jera- Years come and end, and the farmer toils.
Subtle changes becomes, as the earth is tilled and seed sowed.
Soon the seeds grow, from germination it grew to sustenance.
And makes the farmer, richer than before.

Eihwaz- Death is apparent, and always vigilant.
Waiting for the fool to fall, or for the brave to rise.
Whatever a man may be death will come but, for everything that dies something new is born.

Perthr- A secret etched upon the stone of time, a rune of Örlög.
Bound to the restrictions of Nauthiz, the secret reveals its self when it is allowed.
It can come flying faster than a hummingbirds heart, or slowly walking like an old tortoise on his way up a hill.

Algiz- Hark the call of the Elk, his antlers create a great bulwark.
A rack of spears upon ones head, a divine blessing of protection and nobility.
The gods help the man, who helps himself.
The gods have no pity, for a begging and pleading man.

Sowilo- As the sun rises, at the victors back.
And a trail of blood, and foot tracks.
Behind lies a fallen army, and forward goes a fierce king.

Tiwaz- Sacrifice is necessity, as that can never be avoided.
Tyr gave his right hand, and Wotan have his eye.
Self sacrifice, brings victory.

Berkanaz- Rune of the maiden, and fertile grounds.
I know a woman, who brings new beginnings.
And perhaps with berkanaz, she will bring them to me.

Ehwaz- Friendship is true, like an unbreakable bone.
You'll only find one if you're lucky, more will come.
But you know there may be one, you care for above all else.

Mannaz- An experience we all somehow share, we all walk the path of man.
Humanity good and bad, is the essence of this rune.
So let it be carved, in all our folk's tombs.

Laguz- The sea quickly flows, rapidly a river goes.
To undergo this journey, one must go under the seas.
The current will take you home.

Inguz- One must wait, until full maturity.
Be it for love, or for war.
Rise when you are ready, stand and open the door.

Dagaz- Time moves forward, but this is a good sign.
We circle the sun, to chase the light.
Watch the sun rise, and remember long ago.
The bronze horns wluld blow, and the kin would pour wine.
For sacrifice, the safety of our kind.

Odal- Inherit your memories, from a long forgotten past.
You look upon ancient weaponry, and artisan jewelry.
Memories flow back, with the legacy of the runes.
Your eyes are some shade blue, then you remember too

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