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Walküre:
MEANDERING THROUGH SICK GREEN



--- Zitat ---Quick is the pace,
Within a one-time realm of grace,
Beneath branches and soaring birds,
Whose beauty is seldom caught by hymns and words.

A jewel, deep inland,
As a treasure, buried and hidden in the sand,
Ever-guarded by bow and swift arrow,
Once merry in the hour of a yester-morrow.

Ruined and marred,
From easy voyage are strangers barred,
Peril awaits, lurking in night,
Sunny mornings became so rare a sight.

The king has moved north, founding a safer domain,
The forest got ill, struck by an unknown bane,
Meandering through sick green,
So do sentinels, hoping that just shall ultimately win.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
HUMMING



--- Zitat ---Humming is the sound of war,
Not vivid yet, not as the crimson stain of gore,
That will water rivers and plains,
Should the abyss release its banes.

Until the hour shall we shed no tear,
Ere darkness casts its veil shall foretell the seer,
How morn and eve are to eclipse,
Leaving but sheer anguish, in much ominous glimpse.

Humming will be the trumpet of battle,
Calling for contest, neither feigned nor subtle,
At the ending chapter of the book,
When any hope the gentle side forsook.

So will all occur,
Many light and fairness forswore,
For none had dared come forth,
Either from scorching South or chilling North.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WAVE EMPRESS



--- Zitat ---Bowing tides to thy ship,
Scolding waters as fierce whip,
Kings and queens between bliss and death,
Gifting life with vital breath.

Thou, five-point Isle,
Champion of the right, never of the vile,
Hold the sceptre of might, now thine,
Older and much wiser, gallant and fine.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LOOSE HOOF



--- Zitat ---Loose hoof,
Thatched roof,
Eventually freed,
By a hero's creed.

Wanderers came from abroad,
Brighter days were to forebode,
A wise sage and his staff,
Speaking wisdom and teaching craft.

The horse's hour is yet to show,
The vile wizard shall not his grip forgo,
Upon the black tower,
Beacon of bolt, once garden of flower.

Be cursed, liar,
Master of iron and fire,
Moulder of steel and blade,
Waste to the green fold you laid.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
SUCH GLARE



--- Zitat ---Such saving glare,
Behold, how radiant a flare!
Light then pierces skies and night,
Routing the masters of the unright.

Shadows retreat and fade away,
Now is Dark but a far old tale,
A silent murmur in the loud wind,
Sun triumphs after heroes smote the fiend.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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