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O GENEROUS LAND!



--- Zitat ---O generous merry-land
Lying yonder, not at easy hand
Of queer inquisitive stranger,
But under careful watch of swift ranger.

Here happiness and delight reign
And busy peasants do not feign
Neither courtesy nor manner,
Pledging faith to just one banner.

It is the banner of good simple life,
Away from weariness and strife,
Even farther from vainglorious might
That often brings discord and plight.

Nay, even in dire case, shall the little Hobbit not surrender!
Some may want to tear asunder
The joys and hopes of our Shire,
Giving in to one foolish liar.

Friend, you need not despair,
For the Grey Wizard shall ever fare
Where folks cry for aid
And luck seems to fade.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WHAT THE WISE KNOW



--- Zitat ---That the Wise knew for sure,
That evil lay in the very core
Of precious Great Rings of old
Whose tale was sung many-fold.

Nine he gave to prideful Men,
The cunning scheme was beyond their ken;
Thus, bold monarchs bent and knelt
As disgraced wraiths that vile death dealt.

Seven Dwarves took glad,
Unbeknownst of pain and sad
Story, marred by flame and greedy ghost,
Which Durin's kin regret the most.

Three were the craft of the immortal kind,
Fairest of all, of crystalline mind;
Made for protection and well-fare
Agin time and its subtle snare.

This the Wise know and enquire,
With watchful eyes that should not admire
The heinous doing of witches and wights,
For a people they guard, along the just one's rights.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
MOON COMPANY



--- Zitat ---It's time they left grey and grim,
Journeying down the starlit lane
When bright days turn dim,
And deathless Elves begin to wane.

Shadow creeps again forth
Out of spook-wood and cave,
To foul portents giving birth,
Save from hidden havens about the wave.

Neath the lamps of the Sky-Queen
An immortal company takes leave,
Heading westwards, unseen,
Walking incessant morn and eve.

Faraway from the wailing spectre
Of an age close to dusk;
Darkness has risen and holds the sceptre,
Planning mischief and evil task.

The Fair Folk should no longer tarry,
Once they part from their merry fort,
Lingering amidst wear and worry
Until they reach the craved secret port.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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SO UNCANNY A HUE



--- Zitat ---So uncanny a hue
Which ever grasp so few;
So very pending danger
Wrought by villain, wicked stranger.

Woes take eerie shape,
From forbidden abyss to mountain cape,
Such the bard wills to sing
And his rueful harp wring.

Upon wings of death and grief
Descended from iced cliff
The bane of Elves and Men,
Hidden prior in dark den.

Wherefore, what is the colour of elder days?
Diamond cities or abhorrent blaze?
Many hues of diverse tone,
Songs of river, wood and lonely stone.

Or the colour of demon-ridden night
Clouding clever wit and sight,
Until it is orderly, bright and white,
By act of the merciful Power's might.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AT WONDER'S END



--- Zitat ---At wonder's end,
About the sombre shore
She ever weeps to mend
The vicious wounds of lore.

Mourning unjust woe and decay
Whither none may head
But the Valië, bleak and grey,
Ruling over living and dead.

The Lady of Sadness and her home
Beside tenebrous sea and gloomy foam;
Dwelling of mystery and riddle,
Lying in the uncanny West, not near or middle.

Her guest shall wait awhile
Amidst dreariness and tear,
Learning much of mercy, for fell and vile,
Which makes one's soul so clear.

She first gives despair and sorrow,
Within the Eternal Kingdom
Wishing for a sunnier morrow
That endows the weak with wisdom.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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