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Walküre:
LIVING FOREST



--- Zitat ---Another forest grows in wild,
Resting quiet and much mild
About the southern mountain's end,
Whereto streams climb and bend.

Neighbouring hard stone-walls,
The old tree hums and calls
For light rain to pour
Over lively green and dry moor.

Bounded by black mighty house,
Whence is the wizard fain storm to rouse,
Atop the highest pinnacle of his tower,
Conjuring nature's wrath and foul power.

Rage too bestirs the dull ancient wood
As sole ignoble doing ever could;
Peace was sudden to be broken
And thenceforth ill events foretoken.

Vile witch, know that greater forces wake
For willow's, oak's and alder's sake.
A potent mind arose in fury
Turning reeds dark and dreary.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THREE TREASURES



--- Zitat ---Watchful stands the wise
Even after grave demise
Of the one-time bogey-sire,
Servant of the Night and devil-fire.

Menaces are gone and passed,
Years come and longer last
When war trumpets stay
And yeomen tend their precious hay.

Mind, Three Treasures for order allow,
Borne by whom were then to vow
To guard the fortunes of the age,
Be it deathless Elf or noble mage.

Russet is a gem of hope
Glimmering bright across town and slope.
It kindles valour in hearts grown cold,
Waiting for new troubles to unfold.

Other two jewels we count,
Which wide unrest surmount.
Mayhem they halt and cease
Fulfilling prayers and heartfelt pleas.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
DANGER OF YONDER



--- Zitat ---There is not just blissful tale
Whither Elves head and sail
To defy the wearying of time,
Singing pains in rueful rhyme.

Across the horizon lie
Lit shires where nought will die,
For upon beauty is no stain
And fabled green is not to wane.

But peril dwells in the Ever-Fair,
If one is fool the Throne to dare;
Uncanny ways some have trodden,
With hatred laden and so grudge-ridden.

Out of the mighty mountains,
Shielding gardens and holy fountains,
Southern paths were seat of horror
Laying the dreary shore with terror.

Boreal passages in the North
The sole Hunter could bear with horse and girth;
Ice and cold that grind and freeze,
Tormenting wastes with chilling breeze.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
UNDER STONE, AMID LEAVES



--- Zitat ---Amid sick leaves, above rocks,
The gentle fowl glides and flocks
Without knowing of the kingdom
Ruled in secrecy with wisdom.

Wise is not the woodland Elf
And with doubt plies his wary self;
Not as such as his western kin,
Banished once because of sin.

A feral spirit is said to abide
Whither knights may not ride,
Along the intricacy of trees,
Within the realm of deer and bees.

The king decrees under forest-stone
To endure disgrace alone,
For one-hundred years are but an eye-blink
To Immortals of whom we so bethink.

Pray, may the murky reeds recover!
May the tender robin again hover
Amok and meandering green bows,
Awaiting plenty of berries and sloes.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
LONG-LIFE KIND



--- Zitat ---Those are folks of wild road
Electing rustic a fair load,
Covered tightly in their hoods,
To watch over lanes and gloomy woods.

Poor shape might tell wrong
Of why they walk the world so long,
Bearing such toil and strife,
Yet gifted with strength and lasting life.

Soiled ways are not their home,
But rather palace and marble-dome.
Fine descent on mortal shores,
Withstanding plight and bloody wars.

Their king had chosen faith
Against foul rites and wraith
Looming high on western heights,
Portending ill in the heat of fights.

A fleet parted, bound to punishment and doom;
The flower withered, bequeathing none there to bloom.
Divine furore had spared the friendly lord
We now revere through verse and word.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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