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).