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The poems on this blog are mostly written on the basis of my historical reading and are intended to be both educational and entertaining.
Recently I have also begun posting some of my work with Anglo-Saxon charms. This work is somewhat speculative and is conducted as an amateur researcher and keen Pagan historian.

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Sunday, 15 March 2020

Ragnarok


Dark clouds appear, Ragnarok it begins;
Our Witan thought not of this dim nightmare.
The dark elves gather to fire their elf shot,
Flying venom lands here and everywhere.


Folk scurry and fight out of fear as the;
Smithers work hard and forge the dark elf shot.
Pestilence befalls the towns and heathland,
Loki is about he weaves his dark plot.


The kindly Angel of Death roams the land;
Who can he help to cross over or spare.
Wilt the coming season the grey beards see,
The great mead halls of Valhalla prepare.


No elder old enough to point the way,
The many grey haired had best stay inside.
The quarantine bell is about to toll,
We will see each other on the other side.


Copyright Andrew Rea on the feast of St Benedict 2020
(The patron saint of Europe)

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