Wulfwynn of the Blackwood throwing
axen weapons
Loosing arrows swiftly longing
for the shieldwall
Sewer of garb and clothing seamstress
of much skill
Naelbinder and greeter No
less than a treasure
Adrielle and Nigel address
her at Wassail
Hail her as a Hlaefdige In
Bryniau hall
On loved day of Andrew in
late Blót-mónaþ
Forty-eighth year of
our fine fellowship.
By THLaird Colyne
Stewart, written in the style of an Anglo-Saxon poem, following the proper
conventions (to the best of my current abilities).
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