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Walküre:
MASTER DEVIOUS WILLOW



--- Zitat ---Let us sing and tell
Of wet gully and misty dell
Inside the very aged wood,
Scaring stranger and unsettling mood.

Be wary of thick reeds!
Malice has sown grudge and ill seeds.
Trees murmur and scheme,
Plotting mischief we gravely deem.

Beware of the devious willow!
Whose mal-advised words they follow
Those lacking enough wit,
Falling easy prey of deceit.

He's master of wailing tune by the moor,
So fancies he the unwary to lure
And trap tight beneath his root,
Enthralling beast and hairy foot.

One sole he fears
And thus with lies smears;
One who was afore,
Ere legends became lore.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GREAT HARBOURS



--- Zitat ---Far yonder, past wood and green
Lie the great harbours, for most unseen;
A guardian ever keeps the shore secure,
To evil shut remains the door.

An olden sire of bygone days,
As old as shires we tell in lays.
His eyes are spears piercing through,
He held shield and sword drew.

He fought once to save a bay
And strived hard to bar the way
To ancient demons headed south,
Of prayer and pleas was full his mouth.

The aid of waters he was oft to invoke,
Summoning spirits who tempest woke.
His bond with angels had wonders wrought,
Antique ship-craft he had been taught.

Versed in sea-lore, thereafter he thus awaits
The end of brave deeds and sharp blades,
Until he's well and fine to part
From dull mortal coast, that always was his heart.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE OUTER ROAD



--- Zitat ---Mind the outer route
Either upon beast or on foot,
Taking you far away
To shires of long forgotten say.

Beware of northern winds,
Straying travellers with furious wings
Of gale and gut in utter manner,
Stirring amok the Ruined Kingdom's banner.

If you be due south,
Hush for once and stay your mouth,
For austral folks are easy to anger
Amidst scourging heat and recurrent danger.

The uncanny East you must avoid,
Lest any good be alloyed
By malice reigning on shadow,
Where grows no garden or meadow.

By turning west shall you find relief
From swiftly-encroaching grief.
Some even voyage yonder, passing the sea,
To seek perpetual bliss and glee.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
A GIFT TO BESTOW



--- Zitat ---Behind the girdle of my spell
Shall your company rest well;
Inside the golden mirthful wood
One finds plenty of joy and food.

The Ring-bearer I welcome glad,
For it is no grim time or sad.
Sojourning here is to renew
Minds and forces, grown worried and few.

ELVEN CHOIR: "Hark careful, dear guest!
Worse climes your faith shall test.
Within the miraculous Lady's shield
No stain is ever upon our saint-field."

Gentle Hobbit, I will a gift to bestow,
As foul events run and flow
For the utter ruin of the Free Folk
Whom I cannot safeguard nor cloak.

Receive thus this Light of mine,
Which serves the gallant, pious and fine.
May it be hope in haunted fort or dreary cave,
As mariners rely on their vessel amid tempestuous wave.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
NORTHERN RUIN



--- Zitat ---From within cold wicked stone
Fell winds had stormed and blown
A languishing kingdom of old,
Eventually betrayed twofold.

Time had run so late
To mend faults and revert fate;
Discord was sudden to spread
Along with deep fright and dread.

Inside the hills evil awoke,
It struck rapid and peace broke.
Horrid host of fiends and ghouls,
As grand rulers were played for fools.

Commanded by some vicious ghost
That death and chaos yearned the most,
Master of dark ancient arts,
And hail would pour in nasty darts.

Cults and witchcraft became dreadful plague,
Until winter undid resistance and froze the flag.
Then, all was done and lost,
Plunged into misery and frost.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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