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Walküre:
THAT ONE



--- Zitat ---That one, that lad,
Travels love he must,
Roaming around as mad.

Big feet and fast,
Ships shall ever leave the port,
Mind which knows and rests aghast.

Voyager of strange sort,
Gold is not what in cellars lies,
Adventures and much sport.

Time passes and flies,
Valour is wealth and very rare;
A kingly friend he cries.

Grief to live through and bear,
The monarch's grave is altar,
Whither Bilbo's thoughts ever fare.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
HOBBITS AND WORTH



--- Zitat ---Let us sing together jest and ode,
That shall bring luck and well bode,
To us and our daily labour
And to its seemingly bitter savour.

It is not doubt what the industrious Hobbit halts,
Not mistakes or personal faults,
Garden needs the tending of a wise;
To present itself nicely in better guise.

The half-man will staunch resist,
To persevere and persist,
The little carries tolls and sorrows
Which many couldn't in next tomorrows.

Bad ones, we shall not retreat, though we dwindle,
Our souls with desire we won't mingle,
Beauty is merry people and the fruit of earth,
What of life living is so worth.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE FIRST SUN



--- Zitat ---The first flaring burst of light,
How verily wondrous a sight,
In times not known to any man
Soared the flames of the young sun;
They drove the foul away,
They kept the creeping ghoul at bay.
The Vile Emperor sat on his bone-throne in doubt,
Feasting on the unlucky that came about,
Too much close to the Black King's domain,
The ancient North was all victim of such heartless reign.

"Now shalt thou voyage the sky,
Beaming radiance whereto woes lie."
Thus uttered Varda her solemn decree,
For mortal lands craved vivid hope to see
And to gaze at the former golden rays,
Spread from the Tree of deathless ways,
Piercing a long night of dread,
Spearing fear, eastwards to head;
Dawn has lit a soil of grief,
Warmth that nourishes seed and leaf.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
STRANGE THINGS



--- Zitat ---Outer tongues speak of a lurking threat,
Calamity which greed and riches beget,
Nay, not of the Lonely Mountain we tell ruin,
Some worse, one fouler undoing.

Into the web of the deep mines,
Underneath rock and pines,
Silent halls lie bare,
Without honour and friendly flare.

There's in truth a hidden flame
That none may govern or even tame,
A blast of fury in the void,
Dark that renders all alloyed.

It's the Bane of the King,
Few jesters might ever sing
How doom was brought inside,
Whence death would so spread wide.

Strange things occur within,
The torch gets dimmer and thin,
As hope abandons the unlucky dwelling,
Grim character of little telling.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE PASSING OF WINTER



--- Zitat ---The passing of winter and ice,
Bidding salute to chilling long nights,
Awaiting spring to blossom anew,
Through the merry Shire, kissed by morning dew.

We wish cold went for good
And left the little Hobbit food,
Harsh winter wounds and bends
Who tills the ground and his labour lends.

Sun shall soon get high,
Soaring mighty across the sky,
Waking minds and spirited songs,
Curing grudge and fixing wrongs.

Then shall people be fine again,
Inside their place, unknown to Men,
Abiding calm in peace,
Home the sane won't ever miss.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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