Age of Runes

Fates now faded from a twilight time
When heathen hearts whitened and waned
Told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes
Treading in times when runes did reign
Winds do whisper of fame and fortune
The stone is standing for pagan pride
For bonds of blood the widow wept
Her kindred kept her tears in tide
During the sacred tunes
There is steel to the stone
Raised in the age of runes
Oh memorial throne
Grand the granite carved and cut
The mourner’s monument of stone by steel
In sinuous serpents from a mason’s mind
The fortunate find what the runes reveal
Read the red and taste the tales
Hearken the hammers beating blows
Solemnly singing from the yesteryears
Of tales and tears and a widow’s woe