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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---A potent horn to make all resound,
A sharp sword to hold the ground,
Reinvigorating the weary bound,
Sent afar, when doom's token was found.

Your kingdom you wanted to save,
Against a nasty coming wave,
To survive storm and gale,
Only to perish, midway, before the end of the tale.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---An ugly visage of despair,
A doomed bridge, undone and bare,
A city, once pearl of fine making,
Until utter miserable breaking.

Marble shattered and shaken,
The stronghold of good was taken,
The task passed on to the white sentry,
Guarding the edge of light, the ultimate entry.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Much fabled was his celestial spear,
For no akin weapon hath ever been near,
Near the mastery of the Elven High King,
One of few who could truly dare the Dark Lord's Ring.

Reader, thou canst hear lies and truth of yore,
Yet, never wilt thou doubt the annal of this our lore,
Thou mayest sing and praise the two sires,
Remember, though, to spread the tale right among squires.

Beside the Star fought the prime of Men,
Finest kind, partaking not in the breach of the Ban,
The wisest of the mortal crown,
Vanquished, alas, by doom smitten down.

So perished the grand immortal, struck by fiendish flame,
Strangled in fiery grip, which augured nought but maim,
Both bowed and fallen, before the Prince of Night,
Tyrant of demons and potent in might.

Mournful ended that great duel,
Bloody and terrible, as deadly and cruel,
The vile emperor beseemed to pass his test,
Whilst his foes trembled and failed the Good's behest.

At the latest moment, when grave story was almost made,
Wielded royal kin the shards of fatherly blade,
Severing cursed gold from devil,
Forcing shadows to part and vanish as ghostly evil.

"Such heirloom shall then belong to me",
Said the new monarch, knowing not what was to be,
Bethinking just to claim his spoil,
He, son of western seas and master of Kingsfoil.

The conqueror thus became slave,
Overcome by destiny's impetuous wave,
For future ones to grieve and wail,
That so sad a man was caged in fate's gaol.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Nay, not only sole and lone,
Grand stories on cloth were sewn,
The Lonely Kingdom beneath the rock,
One which fiends never belittle or mock.

Home to the throne of Dwarves,
Warmest hearth, not wood of wolves,
Absolute seat of power,
Afore whose glory beasts may nought but cower.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Lord of songs and lays,
Sire of Ever-Sun and diamond ways,
Master of harp and melody,
Prince of wisdom and serene harmony.

He was there, to greet the Second,
Of hallowed memory the very beacon,
The latest of the Children to awake,
The fair paladin them taught and sage was to make.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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