Forgotten Ground Regained

Dietrichsvisur

A poem in Old Norse Skaldic dróttkvœtt meter
Gather close my kith andKin for tales regalingDeeds of the great Dietrich-- Dauntless the stag braggart! --
Many felled -- the falcon’sFoes -- with wings unseasoned.When feathers unfurled he Flew like few before him.
Glory stained the green hillsGrowing warlord’s lusterTill ring-giver gave himGolden eagle’s cloaking.
Spirits soared with splendidSpurs, belt, and plain chainings.Time has shown his titlesTruly weren’t his measure.
His worth better won byWords of praise and wisdom.His faith was the fire thatFueled his love and passion.
His sword and his serviceSurpassed only by hisDevotion to dearestDarling wife and Savior.
His legacy leaves usLonging for more stories.Tell your tales, wild, true, orTall! Drink deep to Dietrich!
Copyright © Robert Cuthbert, 2017
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