Age of Runes - Falconer

Fates now faded from a twilight time

When heathen hearts whitened and waned

Told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes

Treading in times when runes did reign

Winds do whisper of fame and fortune

The stone is standing for pagan pride

For bonds of blood the widow wept

Her kindred kept her tears in tide

During the sacred tunes

There is steel to the stone

Raised in the age of runes

Oh memorial throne

Grand the granite carved and cut

The mourner’s monument of stone by steel

In sinuous serpents from a mason’s mind

The fortunate find what the runes reveal

Read the red and taste the tales

Hearken the hammers beating blows

Solemnly singing from the yesteryears

Of tales and tears and a widow’s woe