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Annals of Aman

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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Keep the stone and hold it well!
Agin aught dark and very fell
It beareth strength and light of old,
Hewn from peak and wrought by bold.

Fashioned was the forest-gem
In yonder-lands at seas' hem,
As holy shires dwelt in bliss
And Powers deemed nought else amiss.

Drawn it was from stainless ore
In hours young of years afore.
Made to aid by restful Queen
To heave fatigue from weakened being.

Pray, it shall avail thy doing
While faring plains and mending ruin.
It were great ill to forsake the mirthless
Whom so much scarce thou seest worthless.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Sneering hills hoard some fiends
Breathing mist and ghoulish winds,
Awoken again from filthy cairn,
Risen astir, as wolves in den.

Cooling stones could hardly keep
Hatred buried so much deep.
Sun declines and twilight falls
Upon these broken eerie walls.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Silver Ewers carrying beads
Of blissful drops and gentle deeds.
Fine works of ancient skill,
Passed on to cheer one's will.

They bear relief and joy
Against malaise that might alloy
Lively roots and vibrant green,
Renewing vim to make it clean.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Be wailing harps wrung.
Be gripping tunes sung.
Fearful songs glide aloft,
Which cautious murmurs broadly waft.

Havoc thou hast brought in here!
Nought we know to be so sheer
Of malice wreathed in fiery guise,
Borne on wings and fearsome size.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---If thou wert to ponder
Whether good it be to fare such yonder,
Didst thou so fair a deed,
When bound afar, whither tides shall lead.

I would thy snow-white vessel went
Away from plight which tore and rent.
Sundering seas ye will cross,
Ere these shires yield to loss.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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