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Autor Thema: Antique Lyrics of Arda  (Gelesen 43491 mal)

Walküre

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #1200 am: 12. Mai 2019, 23:58 »
COURT IN NEED



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On top of rustic mound,
By the heathland's bound,
Lies the hay-clad dome
In the horseman's home.

Here find no rest
Buoyant folks and hapless guest.
Here peasants quail
At the Wizard's flail.

Loyal riders ran away,
Banned in sullen shameful day,
As the King ill decreed:
Is the court in dire need!

Happed have crime and woeful treason
At the algid end of season,
When the fields oft recoil,
By the ice pledging foil.

Short of vigour stays the crown;
Lies prevail and gentle drown.
People seek to free their guide
From the rancour crawling wide.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #1201 am: 14. Mai 2019, 14:20 »
THE SON WHO LEADETH THEE



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Long and wide he trod
The wasted wooded path,
Plied with log and rod,
Fought the Night he hath.

Shoals of foes began
To pass the ancient road,
Daring marsh and glen
In the fiercest mode.

The Eye saw it through,
A feeble weakened vale;
Then his force he drew
To end this doleful tale.

Ranger of the reed,
Wield thy piercing bow!
More than tents we need
To stem the vicious flow.

Hail thy Captain right,
Servant of the Tree!
Grander act he might,
The Son who leadeth thee.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #1202 am: 15. Mai 2019, 19:28 »
A LAND OF GOLD



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Ere radiant Sun arose,
In elder age to unfold,
Safe from earthly woes
Lay a land of gold.

Past the livid wave,
Further yonder west,
Elves were glad to crave
Eternal Bliss and Rest.

Shires laden fair
With joy and mirthful relish;
Thither we shall fare,
Where faultless hearts not perish.

Besieged by fiend and guilt,
And dreading grave offence,
The Archangels wherefore built
An unbreakable Defence!

Valmar and her Bell
Shall holy fortune wreak,
Whereunder pious dwell
And lasting beauty seek.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #1203 am: 17. Mai 2019, 13:55 »
RIDDLES AND ODDS



Zitat
It is no longer known,
Amid despair and bone,
Who chances to survive
And pass the age alive.

Demons flood the keep,
Intent along to sweep,
Breaching gates and doors
In the plight of wars.

Axes splinter shields
All across the fields,
Brandished to reclaim
What the arm shall maim.

Doom has not defeated yet
Whom the Dark beforetime met;
'Tis a Paladin of Light
Bearing fey uncanny might.

Such are odds and riddles told,
By the Fiefdom Men will hold,
Facing restless flaring rings
Round some hellish horrid wings.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #1204 am: 18. Mai 2019, 17:14 »
A WISH TO PASS AWAY



Zitat
We hanker after glee,
About mere and tree,
Roving through the green:
An olden fate foreseen.

The Elvish paean stayed
Inside the rotten glade;
Speed and joy forsook
What valour prior took.

We lade the vessel full,
So winds hereafter pull
The wailing ship afar,
Seaward to the Star.

Shall the voyage bring,
As on seagull's wing,
Firstborns way ahead
Onto bounds unsaid.

We pray that oar and mast
Will pass the ocean fast,
But a wish to fulfil
In the Land forbearing ill.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #1205 am: 21. Mai 2019, 14:13 »
MOCKERY OF PRIDE



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Hand and chisel mock
Graven stone and rock,
To capture kingly eyes,
As befits the Wise.

Regal frowns command
Virtues that withstand
The epoch running bare,
When sunsets fearsome glare.

Glorious days subside,
Swept by time and tide;
Waning wraiths bemoan
What befell the throne.

Dwelling took a ken
In the House of Men:
The Sovereign shall return
While happy hamlets burn.

Soon will pride enter
The sick woeful centre
Of human marble-core,
Which guarded fates ashore.

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WILL NOT DESTROY MY VERSE



Zitat
Mourn thou not,
My kindly lot.
Scar may flame,
Yet never tame.

Thee I praise,
O splendent ways!
Thine is pride
On noble side.

By grand and skilful fashion
Thou grew'st in vibrant passion,
While hands would wreak a treasure
Of wondrous regal measure.

A King thou hast obeyed,
Whose realm once was laid
On sacred merry soil:
A golden valiant foil.

The City ailed afire.
Wring shall I my lyre.
The foul blazing curse
Will not destroy my verse.
« Letzte Änderung: 21. Mai 2019, 14:16 von Walküre »