Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Himself, Oðoæster proclaimed,
Calling him as he was named
And noting his town,
Where he had renown,
And saying he would not be shamed.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


At length, he arrived at the tent
To which all newcomers were sent,
Their to themselves give
So that others might live,
Or so it was said to those spent.

Monday, August 14, 2017


Oðoæster was ill as he passed
By carnage that left him aghast,
But his heart he steeled
As he crossed the field
Where so many had breathed their last.

Sunday, August 13, 2017


He arrived at the front of the war
And saw that which he’d not before
Envisioned in dream,
That which makes folk scream
In horror, shakes them to the core.

Saturday, August 12, 2017


Those made to fight often died
In terror and pain. People cried
To find some release,
But the war would not cease,
And Oðoæster to war hied.

Friday, August 11, 2017


The rulers around went to war,
Though none know what all they fought for,
And, as is oft the case
In a war-fighting place,
The land was soon bestrewn with gore.

Thursday, August 10, 2017


Many other deeds he had done
Since he with the bear had begun.
In just the next year,
There was more cause for fear
For the people of whom he was one.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


Soon, the bear upon him came,
And he did his first deed of fame.
He fought 'gainst the beast
And left it deceased,
And in doing so, earned some acclaim.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017


Oðoæster watched his people flee
From a threat that was easy to see,
But he looked around
And, alone, stood his ground
Awaiting the bear with great glee.

Monday, August 7, 2017


One steel-clad man thought to fight
Against that great bear in the night,
But he could not stand,
And his blood soaked the land,
And the people thought themselves in plight.

Sunday, August 6, 2017


It frothed at the mouth as it came,
And some from it fled without blame,
For it was a beast
Of some ten feet, at least
And from it much dreadful noise came.

Saturday, August 5, 2017


As a mere boy, the man had
Done deeds to make his family glad,
First slaying a bear
That had wandered where
It ought not and where it was not bade.

Friday, August 4, 2017


The man, Oðoæster by name,
Did much across years to earn fame.
Beginning in youth
And extending, in truth,
For many years, he bore no shame.

Thursday, August 3, 2017


Yet still some account must be made
Of the name that he earned with his blade,
For context will matter
Despite how some natter;
The story in setting's portrayed.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017


Of his exploits, a great deal is said,
Much is written, and so much is read.
Of the truth, they fall short,
For no kind of report
Can convey a fitting kind of dread.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017


The man once had been widely known
Before he had there made his home
As a fighter mighty,
And he was still sprightly,
Although he no longer did roam.