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Walküre:
A DRAKE IN THE SHIRE



--- Zitat ---Flies a drake in the Shire,
Of light, sparkle and fire,
For the awe of peasants and squires,
In the land of jolly vibes and no sires.

Fireworks and magic tricks,
Beer is never enough and from pints ever leaks,
Songs and laughter, to fill blank and grief,
Content to rejoice at life and welcome relief.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
EVER-LASTING STRAIN



--- Zitat ---Man envies what he's not to own,
Immortal life by human fate has not been sown,
Ages of death and loss have since flown,
For all a last wind shall have been blown.

Spring cannot be forever,
Leaves always part from trees and bonds sever,
Never has dawn been eternal day,
But in the western realm of the Lords who any thing may.

But, wrong would be to elect despair,
To call the routes of Men callous and unfair,
For a mystery lies beyond and above,
Past the bounds of space and love.

A gift bestowed the One upon the late,
The awoken Children after much wait,
Weary, feeble and suffering bane,
Yet free to go and avoid the ever-lasting strain.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GRAND LAKE OF GONE TIME



--- Zitat ---Abode the High in a lake,
Once, when much they were still to make,
To craft and shape beneath a sky bygone,
Of order and peace Gods were fond.

Symmetry, whilst all was well,
No shadow cast on joy,
Neither was there scheme, nor ploy,
An isle guarded from fell.

There dwelt the bright,
Bathing in the ancient day,
Of greatness and grandiose might,
Not even recalled in Elven lay.

Until the Lamps crumbled,
And storms raged and thunder rumbled,
Ice and fire broke the spring,
In nefarious night and on death's wing.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
FOR WANT OF GREAT



--- Zitat ---For want of great,
Shalt thou strive and seek?

Not burdened or late,
Ever-prompt and never weak.

Thou dost justice and honour,
To choose a route of danger.

Albeit siding with fellows of vigour,
A woodland prince and a gallant ranger.

Whom ye war against must be such fiend,
A potent lord of dark.

Fire shall be fed by nasty wind,
Where lies prosper as infamy's vivid mark.

Fellowship, be thy courage enough,
To outlive terror and dread.

When the road goeth rough,
Strength for the living, pity for the dead.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ISLAND OF IN-BETWEEN



--- Zitat ---She carried them across,
Past pain, peril and much loss,
Those awoken under the stars,
When Arda already bore its scars.

She was raised from the deep,
Risen for the sake of all who weep,
Brought to the holy home they had to be,
Via the fresh ways of the Great Sea.

The Marine King sang and storms hushed,
Tempest got quiet and elsewhere dashed,
An isle from the blue was used as vessel,
To take Immortals thither, with no haste or hustle.

Then were those rocks anchored before the saint-shore,
Partaken in bliss and divine lore,
The Lonely Island, in-between,
Which exiles fain shall have seen.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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