Poem for Tyr
Tyr
Hail Tyr,
Ancient Father-Friend,
When we came fickle-forth,
Into the wild woods and shadowed vales,
We had no hope in our hearts.
We ran through the forest, pursued:
Worg Wolf, Giant Bear, and Two Head Terror -Troll.
No weapons were in our grasp. Our forms were faint.
Then Tyr, you came to us in our darkness.
You placed strength in our limbs,
And a spark of fire in our heart.
A small hope kindled in our darkness-day.
And Glittering Bronze appeared in our hand,
A shard of sharpness: You then taught men victory.
Tooth-wild still, they now fear Man.
And man laughs—the gift of Tyr,
Has grown within his soul.
He has high courage, the deepest joy of Tyr.
By Bright Spear and Grinding Axe,
Shining Sword and Scram,
Valor marks Tyr's man.
By O.G Osborne 12/02/2018
This speaks to the fundamental aspects of Tyr beautifully.
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