The Mercian Sphere

The solitary one waits for grace For mercy divine For he of troubled thought must travel through the seaway Stir with his hands the frosty-cold sea and travel paths of exile Unhinged by the certainty of fate Thus spoke the Wayfarer, mindful of hardships Of cruel battles & beloved kinsmen fallen: "I bewail my cares alone, the dawn of each day They, who eager for glory who bind fast a sad thought in my breast; Separated from homeland, far from noble kinsmen" He who has experience Knows cruel sorrow As his companion No longer one with many One with few The path of an exile claims him His heart frozen No wealth on earth at all Now all joy has departed Without his lord's counsel Sorrow and sleep together Bind the wretched solitary one

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 16, 2026

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Learned we in former-days, Of glory-blessed heroes, The thegns of the Lord, Their force did not fail, In the war, When banners clashed together. Illustrious men upon the earth, Bold folk-leaders on the fields of reckoning Doughty Warriors, Battle-Brave! When shield and hand defended their crown. When all man's land was wound in murder, The enemy's deceit was rife within the kingdom. On the dwelling-place of mighty men, Homeland of heroes. They of true spirit! Neither bread, nor water for men, Consumed they, blood and skin throughout the nation, The flesh-homes of foreign-coming men, Such was the peace-less token The violence of the wretched, That the enemy, sword-grim and sad-minded, Destroyed the sight of th eyes, With the point of spears. Then they strove against incursion, Swiftly under shield, Bristling with spears, Enraged ash-bearers, Corwards the flight's flame! One and all, together, for home!

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Shattered by Fate! The castles rend asunder, The work of giants moldereth away, Its towers crumble, Aquae Sulis, in ruin, The mortar white with frost. The mighty men who built it, they of giants renown, Departed hence, undone by death, are held, Fast in the earth's embrace. While overhead for living men, A hundred generations pass. Long this red wall, now mossy gray, withstood, While kingdom followed kingdom in the land, Wide-wasting was the battle where they fell. Plague-laden days upon the city came: Yet the wall surrounded all with its bright bosom; There stood the courts of stone. Hence to reign hereafter, the Angle!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Then did they of proud spirit split the shield-wall, Men of King Aethelstan, men of honour. Battle shields were hewn with the remnants of hammers. Befitting their noble descent, That they should, defend their land, In battle against each hostile people, Horde and home! Horde and home! The enemy perished, The field flowed with the blood of warriors, Till that noble creation, The Lords bright randle, Sank to its seat. The West-Saxons hewed them...Fugitives all, Grievously with swords sharp from the grinding, Departed then the North-men in nailed ships, The dejected survivors of battle, They who sought respite over deep water, Leaving Dinges mere, Ashamed in spirit

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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Still is a valley Surrounded by a forest of Oaks Bespiring deeply With the breath of our ancestors A knot of roots Hold steadfast the earth Bonds that link a nation, Foregoing generations Eternal, unswayed Roots of heritage Pertain to the valley Roots of hope Growing strong Entwined in the land A valley thick with oaks Its villages silenced By the drift of clear water A bell tolls for many Their presence long gone A voice in the wind Telling secrets of the fallen Lessons without words A proud spirit remains In the heart of every Englishman

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

If you find yourself, On the tip of an enemy sword, Pull them close to you, Look in to their eyes and laugh, Look to the future See they, children of the Engla, Blood of the Land For a drop of blood That falleth to soil Means you will live, In the Land that you love, Forever! You will look back, Be among ancestors, The Fathers of Albion

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 09, 2025