Ealdor of the Saxons
The far tidings of the wrath of the king,
had raught the thorps of the Norsemen.
And forty years had dwined into the mist,
since a wanton madness before was felt.
The dread had suddenly become a threat,
which was to frighten women and children.
It was said in the darkled abode of the dead,
the wretched thurse no longer there dwelt.
And soon under the might of King Afvaldr,
the kingdoms of the clans were wielded.
And through his ruthless greed and need,
he crushed his foes within the fortnight.
He unfastened the wicked ent of berserker,
as the kinsfolk in ofost through fear folded.
His baleful drights slayed and shent at once,
without ruth and thus wrecked with might.
Under the wroth behest of a wode heathen,
his evil grip on the clans made them fret.
But there from beyond the broad wealds,
was to come a heleth amidst the berserkers.
From the clans a mettlesome waif rose up,
to durst the drights of evil that were met.
A young Saxon weaned amongst the clans,
stirred the freemen to become his followers.
He then egged the throngs of thanes as well,
to follow him as he began to slay the drights.
And the word of his syes over the evil heres,
raught therefore the kinsfolk and the king.
Shamed and wearisome of the losses he sent,
his beloved fierd there beyond the heights.
Whilom upon the knoll of an eerie morning,
they met them as the bold men began to sing.
Agmundr the kemp came to free the thorps,
from the bloody grasp of the King Afvaldr.
Only the kingdom from within the tall firgen,
stood left as the stronghold of his kingdom.
And swiftly the guth began and the knolls,
strew with the dead as it became colder.
Agmundr stood before the fiery heathen,
who bore much brawn and least wisdom.
His name was Ulfarr and the grette of an ent,
who was a berserker found within the cove.
He then stared down upon his smaller foe,
and glared into his eyes with such a tease.
The daring Saxon then durst him to a clash,
that became much bolder as the fight strove.
And the foolish thurse chuckled and warned,
that the Saxon’s heart after he was to seize.
The Saxon did not cowered amid his brawn,
and he once again durst the thurse to fight.
He laughed at the ent and wielded his sword,
as he grabbed his hilt to slay the heathen.
The yond ent was not skented any more,
for his anger was felt there upon the light.
He grabbed his axe to smash the stripling,
as he had come to do with his brethren.
He then came toward him with a loud roar,
as he sought to slay after the orped Saxon.
The breme Saxon sliced the toe of the ent,
and thus he slew him with his whetted axe.
The mighty thurse tumbled and thus fell,
onto the ground as his yell was to waxen.
And his dright then scurried into the mist,
as the body of the ent lain after two hacks.
Dead was the mighty thurse who agrised,
the thorps with his evil drights once before.
A thump and after the clum a bellowing roar,
he heard as the men lifted up their swords.
They drunk upon the sundry horns of mead,
and had overtaken the kingdom of Alfvadr.
Alfvadr was slain and therefore a new king,
bore the stout frithstool foretold in words.
The souls of the slain were to be wreaked,
by a great hiel from the ilk of the kinsmen.
Hence Agmundr had become the new king,
as he bonded the Saxons, Jutes and Frisians.
For sixty long years he came to then wield,
the everlasting lands of the brave Norsemen.
His name lived within the lore of the elders,
as was begotten the ealdor of the Saxons.
