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Annals of Aman

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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Look, behold ahead,
Across friendly faces and a green thread,
Of folks and gentle souls,
Who neither need sword nor walls.

Behold, a grey pilgrim comes forth,
Calm as summer and its sunny worth,
What shall he bring?
Strange trinkets or other verses to sing?

Not in vain does the wizard arrive,
Wise and potent as his fellow five,
Telling stories of fey sense,
Fathoming such kind spirits in but a glance.

Once parted, we hope he'll be back nigh,
Missing more knowledge to live by,
Longing to greet a loved guest again,
Fancied by Elves, stubborn Dwarves and fine Men.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---There shall be times of joy and times of ire,
Years of wealth and splendour, under the reign of your high sire,
Sun will die slowly, caressing the seas surrounding the Star,
Resting from fatigue, ere the lamp fades away and heads far.

Shall the haven of friendship stay open, abreast,
As long as the ally remains the finest and best,
So will Elves still sail to sunrise, yearning the immortal friend,
Until Men choose trust and good, reason of great gift to send.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Fair shines the ancient sign,
Of past friendship and lost might,
The gate to lovely chants and flowing wine,
A passage of silence and dim light.

Hazard lingers still afore the bridge,
Fouler perils may too slumber in the deep,
The fortress surrendered to fire and siege,
Two vast wings of death and a flaming whip.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Strange, but no fool,
Loving green and all things of nature that men lure,
Abiding lonely at the edge of the wood,
Of which is loyal keeper, fathoming its state and voluble mood.

Mistaken is whoever views buoyancy as fault,
Fallacy lies not in him, as idleness in lightning bolt,
Wise in curing and healing ill,
While forests suffer heat, venom or sudden chill.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Audacious is the fighting guard,
Promptly watchful, the army's shard,
Atop the fabled rings of the Tower,
Which he's bound to defend from foul power.

A sentry, a grand town,
Finer than silk, fairer than every maiden's gown,
Clothed in marble and stone,
White as morning glare and ivory bone.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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