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Walküre:

--- Zitat ---How bold are ye!
How hard to free!
Bewail shall those
Whom seas enclose.

O Noldo, lo!
The ocean's flow
Will keep thee far
From bliss and star.

A war is fought
By those who wrought
Seditious deed
Against the creed.

Alas, thy blood
Shall wash as flood
The mortal fief
Of blue and leaf.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---The Enchanted Bay I hanker for.
The gate to Noon: the Holy Shore.
I dream the Field; I dream the Plain;
I glad recall the Fair Domain.

The Vala laid his Earldom bright,
Behind the Peaks, by hallow-might.
Two Saplings grew in radiant beams,
Where deer wade anointed streams.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Aghast hath Bilbo fooled us all,
By plot unheard outside his wall;
And queerness findeth welcome place
On that unchanging guileful face.

Voices murmur of a treasure,
Stowed therein, in home of leisure,
Which past adventure once had made
A kingly trophy not to fade.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Come in, my toilsome lot!
Will ye yourselves to rot?
Abroad are perils prying
And many squires lying.

What bringeth you herein,
For grace or earthly sin?
Hither voyage chaps
Drawing but mishaps.

Some speak of eerie dullness
In the nights' scaring fullness,
But seldom have I reckoned
That phantoms one hath beckoned.

My little friends, ye need not hear
This town's whisper; a silly smear.
Get forth ahead to find restore,
Once passed beyond the tavern-door.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Finer post thou hast not!
Rid thyself of woeful thought!
The able merchants here reside:
So great a folk, who rivers ride.

The lake is ever gentle giver.
Of fortune grand he was the weaver.
Yet painful past is hard to go,
As wooden tops were all aglow.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Her black foundations lie
Far under into dry
And cursed benighted kingdom:
The devil's dreadful fiefdom.

His forts on wastelands tower.
His guardians ever glower.
Upon her height burns the Eye,
Wreathed in flame and warring cry.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---O wailing stricken teller!
Thy stone to thee was feller.
Harps thou wrungest fain
To sing the Elder Bane.

About the strand thou wast
To mourn the fight ye lost,
For blues and sheer remorse
Have cast away thy force.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Thou wilt voyage unto end,
Bereft of trusted friend,
Since Wizards travel lone
And never toil bemoan.

Allies might thee doubt,
Yet ever-firm and stout
The Envoy shall remain,
In verity and pain.

Fine vernal days ahead,
Or frigid months instead,
Await thy rapid pace
Among the talking race.

A Rod thou bear'st in hand,
Thy spell aright to send;
If enemies be near,
They bolted quick in fear.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---I dream of cheerful spring.
I dream of robin's wing.
I covet green and sloe
Which thrive by brooks' flow.

I long to thither go,
Whereto breezes blow,
Once unmade the Ring
That augurs ill to bring.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---A walk on frozen waste,
Untrodden by the Child,
Evoketh grim distaste
In measure seldom mild.

The route of chilling vice
Thou journey shalt across;
The sheer deadly Ice
Will sure demand thy loss.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---Guileful piping doth deceive,
Apt for wrongs to ever weave
As a web, wrought in lie;
As a song, broad to fly.

Whispers carry thee asleep.
Wit to sanity shall keep.
Alas, the Willow feareth none,
But the Lord of hill and fun.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---I would thou foughtest best
To swarming hordes contest,
For Dwarven-kings we need
Who proud resisted greed.

Such battle thou hast won,
However spent and gone;
Upon my arm, I saw thee wane:
As mourning swan declined thy reign.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:

--- Zitat ---May foretelling sway the course.
Onslaught shall beget remorse.
Watch the boiling Sea torment,
Drawn by Mariner's lament!

Smith, hearken clear:
Thou wilt perish, quoth the Seer!
By the glowing Elvish blade
Are the Princes bound to fade.
--- Ende Zitat ---





--- Zitat ---Precious gift I shall thee hand;
One I love and well commend.
Use it wisely, I beseech!
Orcs remember it and screech.

It is to shine at nearest foe,
Lighter much than wooden bow.
Its iron goeth through deceit,
If Hobbits be my Sting to greet.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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