September Poem

Sep 16th, 2013 | By | Category: Robin Herne
Vindos is the proto-Celtic name of Gwynn app Nudd, leader of the wild hunt. In my personal gnosis of Him, He frequently takes a lupine shape.
 
 
Song of the Wolf Warriors 

Wolf for wolf is yearning, in our veins burning

The unquenchable urge to be free.

Ghosts of the forest, hear us! Brave men fear us,

Unseen beneath the vast canopy.

Bones formed from archer’s bow, blood from aril’s glow,

Flesh from the spittle of the First Three.

 

Den-born we, kin of Vindos,

Haunters of the weald;

Wolf-skinned we, kith of Vindos,

Our oath by blood sealed.

Beast in beast is waiting, for hunger sating,

We hunt down and feast upon our foes.

Each tree our brother, each stream from our mother,

Each contour of the Land our Clann knows.

Fierce is our waking, deep is our dream’s aching

Yet gladly we share our feast with crows.

 

Den-born we, kin of Vindos,

Haunters of the weald;

Wolf-skinned we, kith of Vindos,

Our oath by blood sealed. 

Robin Herne is a storyteller, poet, artist, Druid and author of Old Gods, New Druids and Bard Song. He regularly speaks at Interfaith seminars, Pagan conventions, and other events as both a lecturer and a storyteller. He  lives in Suffolk, England. Click on the images below to find out more about Robin’s books or to purchase them online…

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One Comment to “September Poem”

  1. Love this – particularly the ‘chorus’ – ‘haunters of the weald’ 🙂 Yew also features strongly in my Gwyn UPG, and I journey with a faery mare and a wolf hound… haven’t explored the Vindos link yet…

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