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Walküre:
SHALT SO THOU?



--- Zitat ---Shalt thou follow on abroad?
Will the Hobbit draw the sword
To vanquish foe and Orc,
Eating not his salty pork?

Home comforts thou wilt miss,
Once afar from nature's bliss.
Friendly visage turneth grim,
There where eves lands bedim.

A sturdy Dwarf shall guide thee sound
Along the countries lying around
All perils plotted thus,
To stray away and make a fuss.

And again a crafty Wizard
To serve thee well in wrathful blizzard,
As the skies red in anger
And betoken gruesome danger.

Roads have darkened very bleak,
Not for swoon, faint or weak.
Yet the quest might with ken endow;
If thou goest. Shalt so thou?
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
HOARDING MADNESS



--- Zitat ---No riches, no treasure.
Shall his greed find a measure?
In the crevice of folly
Will the King be smitten wholly?

Crows forsook the Lonely Mount,
As wealth was soon beyond the count
Of plenty gold therein,
Stowed in haste so deep within.

Shadows grew much dense and long;
Lonesome realm, bereft of song.
A heavy crown to bear,
Until the Hall was all a flare.

On horrid wings he came,
Drawn by gems and envied fame.
Such plight! Such bane! Such omen!
Then mischief was grossly woven.

Roaring strike at the gate.
Remorse was vain and very late.
Nay, not storing luck to light the dullness,
But hoarding sickly twisted madness!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ODE TO THE WANDERER



--- Zitat ---Long have you stridden wide,
From forest-mere to mountain side,
For errands were your utmost duty
Across so glinting earthly beauty.

Rues and toils have burdened roads;
Of creeping perils you encountered loads.
Novel tidings you had to bear
And even get whereto you'd fare.

A hat. A staff. A very welcome mage;
One dear to folks, one loth to rage.
Indeed, power dwelt in ardent spirit,
Bidden kind to pass the limit.

Limits binding poor to chain.
Storms compelling evil rain.
Intent some hope in hearts to bring,
He lit some souls with scarlet Ring.

An ode I am to send,
Where deeds with sorrows blend.
To the Wanderer! To the Guest!
To the twilit danger-quest!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE DEAD SEASON



--- Zitat ---What brings of blithe, this deathly season?
Dead as much as seems due reason.
Winds commence their tortuous route;
Grand malaise, one can't refute.

The dreary dormant North,
Wherefrom gales sally forth.
Peaceful lives, beware!
Ice is vile and ruthless snare.

Upon the frost was set a spell,
Into cave and haunted dell,
Which stirs anew the sleeping wight;
So was brought the marring blight!

To fear. To dread.
Tear is seldom gladly shed.
Tempers cool, minds get sore,
There where cold is evermore.

North! O shattered land!
Tales would be so scarcely bland.
Few might speak much truer word
On wicked Winter and its sword.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
MY LUCKY FATE (MY MAIDEN)



--- Zitat ---Rescue me from ill
And stifling bitter chill.
When gritty clouds rise up above,
You shall come and bring me love.

I fain meander to and fro,
Roving broad, nether low.
Hover then some sullen skies:
Dawn gets grey and morning dies.

Nay! We fancy not to gaze
At lovely blue beset by haze.
Save me, gentle sweeping gale;
You, I swear, I'm not to fail.

Shrill are brooks which shout and cry,
Flooding soil that had been dry,
And jutting rays come fore to cleanse
Mischievous airs, routed hence.

Shall the Hobbit dwell content?
Benighted lads outside once went,
Reporting odds that fears create;
Preserve us fine, my lucky fate.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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