Ódrerir

We post these words

for all to see,

though words

are soon forgot.

The works of our

Black Armory

live on, though

bodies rot.

Lest working hands

grow idle now,

with gaze

fixed 'pon the sky,

we plant our feet

on solid ground,

and earthward

turn our eye.

Though boundless space

does treasure hold,

and gifts

seem cheap or free,

we wait and watch

this age of gold,

sad vigil

though it be.

We place our works

in hands of all

and guard

'gainst threats unknown.

For though we gaze

into the stars,

we first must

shield our own.

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  "subtitle": "\"Kinsmen to kinsmen should be true.\" —The Saga of Olaf Haraldson",
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