(This Saga was written by Kincade Eksagthi for myself after a harrowing journey to the otherworlds to save my honor. He is a true Skald. ~Spaerunn Helgardar)

Seek the sound of Seith and stay
A saga, story, sooth I say.
Hear the reed of Wod’s son lost
Banished from his home of frost.
Mark his curse and mark his questing
And how his heart hath found its resting.

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An Erulian and Hel Runar,
By Hel-queen sent to roam afar
Ne’er to guard the Sleeping Land
Nor defend her by his hand.

“Coward, Liar, Knave!” she said
“Neither guest right, honor, salt nor bread!
No mead nor ale to quench your thirst!”
Lost her love, and to him, the worst.

Blind he sailed and without anchor
Every day beset with rancor
Neither pride nor winning feeling
Felt he now in any dealing.

Silent in the night he sobbed
Of strength and might his Runes were robbed
“Should he wither? Should he die?
In Midgard dead and stagnant lie?”

NAY!

For pride he had, now off to earn it
A gift to give, she would not spurn it
Down he went across the river
And as one Dead he did not shiver
Past the Dragon, past the Gate
There to seal what ‘ere his Fate.

Woden’s son stood to claim his Right
And blanched before her icy sight
“What now Warg? What would thou here?”
Wod’s son felt the worm of fear.

Yet he stood and not with standing
“Here my soul had made its landing.
Keep me and curse me as you will
Yet to my Oath to thee I fulfill!”

He sung to Her, Her fathers troth
And cast it in a cryptic cloth
How for daughter-love, incurred His bane
The price, Loki’s sacrifice and pain
Woden’s wisdom would show through
And Hel and Balder rise anew.

The Dark Queen rose from bony seat
“Now I have stood before thy Ting
So now thy justice swiftly meet.
Though I, a mortal, have erred a wrong
I have now sung this troth and song.

Though for thy favor I entreat
If failing now, the dead have seen
That I risked death and labored long
To bravely stand before my Queen

I am yours in Birth and Death
But this is Mine, my very Breath
I pray my poem has struck a nerve
But all I am is yours… to serve…”

She came to him across the Hall
And pierced with Sax and let him fall
“Though far from me you once were torn,
By this blade thou art reborn!”

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And he whose spirit had been broke
In the land of men awoke
Wod’s son harrowed hard by Hel
Heed his lesson, heed it well

That though one fails, wavers in might
Can yet be honored in the sight
Of gods and giants, trolls and men
In seeking to be whole again…