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Walküre:
THE PROPER HOUR



--- Zitat ---'Tis the proper hour
To take the path to green,
Towards the far white tower
Of fair Elf, on voyaging keen.

My darling, the jolly Hobbit will not follow
The ancient fabled route
Which Immortals chant in sorrow,
While advancing with slow foot.

The tiny dwellers of the Shire
Shall rejoice at hedge and grass,
For never is time so dire
To make over life a fuss.

Jugs on tap await
Those in need of warm,
And no guest is ever late
To break the friendly norm.

Fain we feast on tasty meat,
And mushrooms, and salty cheese,
At a gentle one's seat,
Trying the sweet labour of tired bees.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
OLD FOREST, QUEER WOOD



--- Zitat ---Away from the forest, avoid the wood!
That's home of wights and eerie mood.
Beyond the hedge lurks peril,
Plotting mischief and real evil.

You shan't fare thither!
Where green wastes and goes to wither;
There is talk and say of great rage,
Residing in and grown in age.

Trees are said to speak and murmur,
Rendering all thick and warmer,
For a wicked spell they aim to cast
Which chains wanderers to roots and past.

Along the shabby river's bank
Brooks wind wild and across sank,
Round the haunted gully,
Whence sole ghosts seem to sally.

Gloom falls and spreads wide
As hostile wills loom and glide,
Until a potent song puts the angry willow to sleep,
Resounding further, deep and steep.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
PERILOUS WESTERN ROAD



--- Zitat ---Afar, as the road turns west,
Shall the unwary be put to test
And taste the bitterness of ruin,
Which smote those lands by vile doing.

Before the Shire and the old reed
The western path will be to lead
Across cold stone and forsaken mound,
Infested by ghosts, deep and round.

Tombs of very unlucky sires,
Beside their many blighted squires;
Monument of great decay
Sowing ever rancour and dismay.

Past the eerie hazardous lane,
Along trees and rambles about to wane,
There shall you find a place of worth
Bestirring fondness and real mirth.

Unless the foreign meets the Eldest,
Warming the troubled and the coldest,
For he's master of hill, wood and water
Abiding well with the fair river-daughter.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
MALICE ENGRAVED



--- Zitat ---Kindly travellers ought not to stray
From sunlit path along the way
Meandering through cold burial stones,
Home to spooks and charmed bones.

Where the dead lie asleep
In chilling dark and gloomy deep,
Laid into mound and fog
Amidst green plain and wet bog.

Troops of olden days before,
From the chief northern core
Of Men's prideful shire,
Governing far ends and even higher.

Doom struck the merry town
And mayhem all was so to drown;
Then sent foes ghost and wraith
To inhabit tombs and kill faith.

Do not linger by the grave!
Lest very few be near to save
The imprudent whom mares will much to taint,
For wit is little and heart is faint.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AFTER THE STORM



--- Zitat ---We grieve and mourn, after the storm
And after siege, drought and swarm;
Of woes the Black Land is the forge,
Her smith was master of doom and scourge.

The ruined City lives again!
A new king is among Men;
Relief and pride are common wit
And fell winds no longer hit.

May the crowned build and repair
What once lay happy, mighty and fair;
Let us gaze still at the Sentry Tower,
Praying that soon shall bloom the White Flower.

The witch-fort has now been taken
Which sheer folly would then awaken
In those who chanced to be too near,
Ending ill in blood and tear.

Vanquished the sorcerer, her walls shall fall.
Pits laid bare, to free the soul
Caged and tortured and made fool
Within the grim stronghold of ghoul.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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