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Annals of Aman

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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---He chose a fort, his hidden lair.
A den of wolf. A cave of mare.
Arisen once from frozen tomb:
A fearsome harbinger of doom.

His deathly paean sounded loud,
Borne on cruel hailing cloud.
A king of witches summons wraiths,
For last demise of bonds and faiths.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---A wooden belfry burns aglow,
Stricken grave by ardent flow.
Peasants ail, mauled afire,
Forsaken lone by greedy sire.

On wings a raging drake was drawn
To reap revenge till sombre dawn,
And heavens lit were thus at night,
About the lake that dwelt in fright.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---How staunchly friends remained
Beside the Bearer, almost waned.
On wasted moor; on marble-tower;
Ye battled proud agin his Power!

Humble ones succeed in faith,
Harder still than troll or wraith.
When wiser err in gross mistake,
The Little Folks in quest partake.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Thee folks much dread.
Thee woes have fed,
As illness woken,
Which fates betoken.

Thine armour beareth
Thy wrong that fareth
So vast across,
With awful loss.

Some putrid fields
Are evil shields,
Round twisted stone,
As pale as bone.

The Iron Crown
Will mankind drown
In gore and blood:
Such lethal flood!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---To my plea ye hearken!
Ashes swathe and darken
Morning-dawns of grief,
Lading heavens stiff.

O my kindly boy!
Orcs much glad destroy
The unwary little one,
Unless thou be'st neath sun.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Shabby are they true
And round the Shire few,
For prone is Ranger well
To foreign gloomy dell.

Woods and glens they walk,
Yet never fond of talk
They keep their secret hidden,
Throughout these ways forbidden.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Neath the vaults of Arda's King,
Round the Vala's splendent Ring,
Doom is made by firm decree
Along the Plains of ever-glee.

Angels speak no futile word,
Yet oft arise agin the horde;
None shall dare the rightful Keeper,
Lest he be of ruin the reaper.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Bethought have we of gentle Sire,
Of flawless firmament the Star,
Perished lone amid the Fire
In kingdom tenebrous afar.

A Lance he bore to slay his foe,
Which none was able one to break;
In dauntless will he faced the Woe
Wherein he chose to fain partake.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Arisen horsemen rode to meet
Their pending fate on ruined wheat,
For fields recount a major clash,
Which left but grief atop the ash.

Shields undid and lances flung
The intrepid rider bards have sung;
In front of doom he never waived,
Since battle's gore was proudly craved.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Thinkest thou of me,
My beauty ever-merry?
Chance I now to be
In frigid lands of flurry.

Hither have we fared,
Deeming just to follow
Wrath which plain had fared
To chambers lightless-hollow.

Thee I sore regret
Not giving farewell-kiss,
For terror had us met,
Swaying all amiss.

I wherefore beg and pray
That fate be kind to allow
Loving ones to Bay
Which Elves with joy endow.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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