Poems from the Norse-lands
Funeral Rites – Death of a jarl
For ten days we lay him in his grave,
Until the funeral clothes were sewn,
Then we raised him, and prepared him,
For his final journey home.
The longship has been readied,
With the jarl now placed aboard,
The funeral pyre assembled,
In his hand we placed a sword.
The two horses are selected;
And now that the omens, say it’s good,
We will honour Hárek’s parting,
With the spelling of their blood.
Nuala, the Irish thrall girl,
Has been chosen from the rest,
But the ritual must be followed-
In accordance with our sect;
First there is the washing,
Then she is crowned with flowers,
Next she must go to the tents of men,
And be seeded with their powers.
Only then the Black One will arrive,
To perform the final rite,
And our lord, will sail for Asgard,
Where the Gods will welcome him this night.
© Fingleton (novembre 2016) (Löst Viking)