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Walküre:
STUPENDOUS THOUGHTS



--- Zitat ---My, spring has come so sudden!
Relieved will be the heavy burden
Plying the gentle with fatigue,
Who deems it well to work in league.

My, sun rises up and shades dispels!
Morning starts and toll the bells
For the jocund season to commence,
When only fools would part from hence.

Stupendous thoughts glide and billow,
And nourish much the saddened willow;
Acorn, sloe and berry,
To please one's taste and make them merry.

Gaze, foaled is day and happy dawn!
Of sorrows souls are thusly shorn.
Tilling soil in glee
Is very bliss of field and tree.

Abroad nights beseem to stretch
On worsted lonely wretch.
Yet wont we aren't to foreign ill,
Relying sole on fine home-skill.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
HITHER-STRANDS



--- Zitat ---On hither-strands of yore
Landed prince and noble dame.
Stained by guilt and gore
Foreboding clash and bloody game.

Evil chose the North as seat
In carven gaol and hopeless pit.
Cold wound coarse along the heat,
Where chains would grip to kill one's wit.

Green and joy lay hidden
In happy sheer plains;
Leaves by dirt were never ridden
Nigh hallowed sylvan lanes.

Near the virgin shore
Awaited mariners and ship,
And able wrights of oar
Revering great the ocean's deep.

Waters howl and foam.
Uncanny fog was laid on waves.
Devils wake from death and roam
Gritted dying caves.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BY THE COAST



--- Zitat ---By the coast we lie
In wistful thought and sigh,
Recalling what had happened once;
Gazing far in writhing glance.

Loth are we to tell
Elder foes and wicked spell.
Prone are we to joyous tale
In days of bright and westward sail.

Homeward steer ships again
Along the course of olden ken,
For a Straight Way carries us across
Past chilling winds that stray and toss.

Others tarry still on shores,
Afar and sound from roaring wars.
Some thus delay their mounting need
To yield at last to Elvish creed.

Aye, still shall remain the anchor.
Nay, we shan't succumb to rancour.
Grey ports rest secure,
Watched by guardian sage and pure.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
TORRID ROUTES



--- Zitat ---Are you to venture thither?
Know that meadows sadly wither
Along the torrid routes of heat;
No pleasant lush, no golden wheat.

Thirst and famine blunt one's force,
Sagging vigour for the worse,
Should you find yourself astray
As unwanted guest on untrodden way.

Scorching climes do the rest:
Horrid foe you cannot best
Is ardent weather and broad waste,
Trudging through in frantic haste.

Incandescent realm of peril,
Has your crimson russet beryl
Been the craving of the Vile
Who stomped his enemies with guile.

Aligned you are with foul.
Dreading fiery piercing scowl.
Tribes proclaim their fearsome victor,
Bidding serfdom to the sceptre.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BELYING DOOM



--- Zitat ---It ill behoves one to tell
This mournful tale of old,
Meeting sudden hell
By untidy marsh and cold.

So found his end a prince,
Who jousted brave and proud,
By fangs that grind and mince
Neath dreary sky and cloud.

Around his neck was laid a spoil,
Conquered hard in duel,
Taking toll and toil
On soul ensnared by jewel.

Bereaved Men recount
His sad and deathly story
Begetting fiends that mount
In darkly mode and fury.

Flawless gold then hid,
Belying doom ahead,
Malicious vow and bid
Awaking ghostly dead.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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