| 4 years ago :: Jan 08, 2009 - 2:45AM #1 | |
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This is my first go at developing any sort of chant or poem to a Celtic God, so be gentle.:o
Praise Poem for Ogma Hail to thee Ogma Force of power and rage Thy club lay waste to thine foes As they scatter before ye Great God of writing Thy tongue equal in violence and smoothness Stirs the body and ignites the soul Oppressed by the invader Repelled with your cunning and skill A shining fire of resistance Great Champion of old Usurped by the young Steadfast did you remain to your duty A third of the enemy did thou slay Fulfilling your oaths and promise The victory did you ensure However heavy was the cost Hail Champion Hail Scholar Hail Patron
Truth in our hearts, Strength in our arms, Fulfillment in our tongues.
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| 4 years ago :: Jan 08, 2009 - 11:54PM #2 | |
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is it so bad that no one wants to comment? I don't mind criticism, really.
Truth in our hearts, Strength in our arms, Fulfillment in our tongues.
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| 4 years ago :: Jan 09, 2009 - 6:47PM #3 | |
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Hahaha, its absolutely fantastic gorm. =D
Eloquent and it definately reflects the strength of Ogma. Thank you for sharing it. |
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| 4 years ago :: Jan 09, 2009 - 10:17PM #4 | |
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[FONT="]go raibh míle maith agat![/FONT]
Truth in our hearts, Strength in our arms, Fulfillment in our tongues.
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| 4 years ago :: Jan 09, 2009 - 10:31PM #5 | |
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Thanks for sharing Gorm! Good Job!
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