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Walküre:
APT FOR A WIZARD



--- Zitat ---Tell me the tale of the sage,
Wandering thither where beasts roar,
Traveller in old guise avoiding rage
And all vicious broods which at night soar.

Apt for a wizard is mild temper,
Away from power and fame,
Which are loathsome vile tempter;
What often covet proud sire and vain dame.

Treads the sorcerer far and wide
Ways of mystery and riddle,
Attending dwarf-halls into the mountain side,
Or the Elven court within the Lady's girdle.

Another one glories in the pride of Men,
Locked in his black tower,
Wherein nought disturb can,
Circled by tended meadow and flower.

A lesser one resides amidst green and wild field,
Aiding the dwellers of the thick wood,
So queer for his magic guild,
Making potions cheering mood.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
PRAYER FOR MANWË



--- Zitat ---I pray thee, my Lord,
Nought cannot do thy word
And thy gaze commanding storms,
Provider of good fortune or woeful swarms.

I worship thee, sat on the height
Of the whole world, potent and might,
Sire of winds, breeze and gale,
Leader of clouds, to thy realm Immortals sail.

King of Arda, sovereign of the Blessed Domain,
Where none wither, decay nor wane,
Within thy Evergreen Fields thou dost
Wonder and prodigy, being victor of evil by conquest and blast.

I would I were to reach
Such merciful monarch, heavens I then beseech!
Beside the highest Power
Whom all revere, who merry dwelleth atop the ever-white tower.

Ruler of law and wisdom,
Magnanimous regent in his hallowed kingdom,
Saviour of Good, enforcing order
For the earth of which thou wast moulder.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
O SPLENDID NOON



--- Zitat ---O splendid Noon,
Marred and ended soon,
O Two Trees of ancient light,
Evil brought such horror-night.

The Evergreen Fields were all bright
Within the merry country of those Lords of might;
Behind the Wall, beheld Elves the holy flare
Of hallowed deeds, sealed in ever-lasting glare.

Immortal in memory, forever in mind to bear,
When the high Powers offered shelter and care.
Ere ruin the Lit Earldom befell,
Laying bare sacred fountains of Varda's well.

In harmony Immortals used to dwell
Afore the coming of despair and hell,
Whose bearer had allied with sleepless doom,
A pit of monsters was her womb.

Long she awaited in Aman, whither just gleams would loom
And soar, albeit hidden land of dark and fume,
Driven out were devils, as all portended bad,
Wonder was struck by venom, alas, and thenceforth lay dead.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE COVERED, THE UNVEILED



--- Zitat ---What stays covered shall be unveiled
For the sake of whole mankind,
Whose losses we wailed,
Letting sorrow enter mind.

A riddle in the dark,
Obscure, secret and stark
As mystery hidden in tales,
Which folks attempt to tell and fail.

Peradventure, the answer might lie
Where old papers they store and pile,
A wanderer may come, whilst passing by,
A foray into the past for short while.

The unlucky king bequeathed wise word
To those who battle the Dark Lord,
Requiring advice and counsel
To rescue the country of valiant knight and fair damsel.

The key is vile cursed gold, so the sage has felt,
Forged inside the realm of no green and meadow,
Which common craft may not melt,
But in the desolate Land of Shadow.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
IN DEPTH



--- Zitat ---Down, in the depth of the world,
Where flames burn and reside,
Wherein rock gets bare and bald.

Home to dark and wide
Abysses and cave,
Beneath the old mountain side.

Woes their way into pave
And then mourns the dwarf-lord;
The glorious crown his people could not save.

Stories of spear and sword,
Armed with shield and blade
To sing gallant epic and chord.

Ill-fated, so was the mine to fade
Away from record, as rumour maze;
Adieu to land and riche the sire bade.

Shall Durin's son himself abase?
For his stone-hard that sank in greed
And welcomed dearly the grievous case.

Off fire and ashes the short folks feed,
Amidst suffering and grief;
Evil will have sown another fell seed.

Tragedy befell the lively green leaf
Of their lineage of yore,
Seers told that triumph shall be an uncommon thief.

Ravens shall again soar
Whither all other birds head,
Once the lonely kingdom returns as it was afore.

Bards shall tell happy, instead of grim said,
Rejoicing at good news
For the honour of those lying lifeless dead.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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