Wonderful book of galdor
The elders foretold of the wyrd of the Saxons,
and it was to be found there in a hidden book.
A once golden book of spells given to Woden,
by Frouwa the goddess beyond the highland.
Handed down by est to the sibs of the clans was,
the lore of the seidhr and the bold hiels to stoke.
And frithed by the wuthering winds of Seaxneat,
and therewith bewakened by the ferth of Wayland.
The wonder had amazed the athelings of the clans,
as thereafter their unwieldy greed began to eke.
And it was foretold erewhile by the soothsayers,
that the foremost book lain in the berg of a cove.
And an errand was sent to the king as he thurft,
and bold men were chosen thus to climb the peak.
Upon the morning sunrise that thereupon shone,
the men wended upon the dales and swales rove.
Amidst sundry fens and moorland the men yode,
as the light of the moon steered them onward.
The clansmen wended withal in paths straightway,
and struggled through the inlets and the firth.
And found the stead from beyond the far hillocks,
as each heard the howling winds that blew leeward.
The skies became dark as the glare of the sunset,
was to welk into the night upon the laden earth.
The werod of heleths weened after within high,
the mightiest of all wonders to witness as kinsmen.
Upwind the men then climbed and sought to reach,
the hidden book of Frouwa that was yearned.
Thuswise found was the ingang of a den then,
and soon to strive against lorn souls of clansmen.
Each walked inside as shrieking howls were heard,
in the creepy walls and the glare of fire that burned.
There before them lain within a nearby waterfall,
was the likeness of the golden book of spells sought.
It was kept within the gushing waters that sprouted,
and lurking behind them were then agrising wights.
The harrowing wights swiftly swarmed the kinsmen,
and scurried beyond the mist as the men fought.
The elders had bespoken of thwarters of the book,
who shielded the golden book days and nights.
And bespake ere of the dreadful tale of clansmen,
who once were men cursed in the abode raught.
It was said that the goddess had casted a spell,
that made the kinsmen become lingering ghosts.
Thenceforth the thanes and athelings that withstood,
then huddled together to thwart their onslaught.
It seemed that the men were helpless and listless,
and wilted as their tongues were tied in knots.
The fire that burnt ere bore through their byrnies,
and the men were then twain who stood upright.
Then a rather wonderful hap betided upon them,
and quickly their luck was to awend for the better.
A thumping lude was heard afterwards from afar,
as a being greater then the wights shone a light.
And a wizard with galdor rode amidst the night,
as the wights were fastened and left to fetter.
Galdere the drymann of the Saxons came amain,
to spare them of the dread of the wights of Hella.
The keeper of the golden book of galdor was kept,
by a gamol blind man sent by the Gods as the mund.
And the mighty Gods had bestowed there upon him,
the mightiest of all great keepers the thyle of Frouwa.
There before the clansmen’s eyes lain the ferly book,
after endless days and nights it was at last to be found.
The wizard grabbed the book and gave it to the men,
as a sparkling gleam then glistened from his hands.
“Take this book and be the keeper sons of my kin”,
he said amidst the sheen within the gushing water.
Hitherto the book was within the hands of the Saxons,
and for sundry years it was sheltered in their lands.
Kept hidden within a stead unknown lain sithence,
was this mere tale of the wonderful book of galdor.
