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Walküre:
LONESOME HOME



--- Zitat ---East the Hobbit-fence
Shall the Road commence
Whereto errands go,
Daring outer woe.

There is Fairy-Wood
Which evilness withstood,
And lucky ones might greet
Its springing meadow-wheat.

Golden glen and dale,
Scarcely would you pale
Before some farther bliss,
Where stories run amiss.

In truth lies a Home
Beside brook and foam,
And lonesome evermore,
At least to common lore.

Two dwell content,
In land of no-lament.
A Wiseman wading water;
A gracious River-Daughter.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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NOT A SEER



--- Zitat ---I see grand armies flow
Beyond the edge aglow,
Of certain sombre like,
Through feral beast and pike.

I glimpse in wicked plot
That downfall had begot,
When Fair Ones used to tread
A world devoid of dread.

Beheld have I the Bane of Men!
A glance at pit, cove, and den!
Strife awaits. Paeans stayed.
Yeomen grieve their King afraid.

White Rider, much I fear!
This one Hobbit's not a seer!
I mayhap did forget and chance
His black desire so to advance.

Too deep a wound he wrought,
That rendered me distraught;
And winds I clear perceive,
Advising us to leave.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
YET CARRY I MAY YOU



--- Zitat ---On incandescent Waste
We journey ash in haste,
Unto the fiery ravine,
Where molten rock is waving.

So weary have we grown.
So large a queer unknown
We dealt with ever-stout
Which merriment shall rout.

The Mount we seek to climb,
And darkest bodes the time
Whereat we dare to win,
Amid despair and sin.

Recall you cannot stream
Or berries fine to deem;
The hues of Green appear
To only stir your tear.

That burden I shan't bear,
For sworn have I to care
And vows I keep as due,
But carry I may you!
--- Ende Zitat ---

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THOU KNEELEST NOW



--- Zitat ---Thou kneelest now
Before thy foe,
To turn the prow
From nasty woe.

Thou seekest hence
To beg in vain,
Yet vile offence
Begetteth pain.

No writ have I
To unmake the guilt;
Thine awful lie
A prison built.

The Iron Crown
We struck afire.
I cast it down
And smote thy Sire.

O faithless Ghoul!
Bestir thy mind!
I am no fool
Whom devils bind.

Yond must ye,
Repenting thus,
Traverse the Sea
Past water's mass.

In face of Him,
The Ancient King,
Thy pride bedim
At Angel's Ring!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ONE VERY WHISPER



--- Zitat ---One very whisper shall bequeath
The lay untold, in mode of myth.
A single murmur seething wide
Is often tale of Elven-pride.

Whirling seas bespeak again
A painful trace of bloody ken,
Since prideful Houses took the way
From saint-abode: besotted Bay.

Swan-ships burnt, brought adrift.
The price of heist headed swift
To mortal confines, there afar,
Where only glimmered Varda's Star.

One very whisper may so tell.
The Foe awaits: the Ever-Fell!
In cold recesses nightmares wake,
Too coarse and deep to whole unmake.

Alas, to Sires harm was even done.
The Valar wept, at surging Sun.
The Smith gave in to imposing ire.
His corpse now lies, consumed by fire.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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FORSAKE THE WAR!



--- Zitat ---Forsake the war, my fiery King!
Thine offspring marched to Morgoth's Ring.
Thou led'st the immortal Brethren proud
And blew'st the trumpet broad aloud.

To avenge his Theft unto despair
Thine armies sacked the Haven bare,
Despoiling sea-folks of their ships:
Soon shall ye perish by flame-whips!

The boding Fate whereof I speak
Fore-known had been on Manwë's Peak,
And times divine ulterior Scourge,
For fiends in twilight shall re-surge.

Agin thy Host we shall enclose
The Eternal Continent from woes.
Agin thine arrogance and greed
Thou shalt regret rebellious deed.

Forgo the chasing of the Jewel!
'Tis vain revenge and hopeless duel.
Before the Foe thou win'st no longer,
If even thou wert threefold stronger.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
A THRONE OF FLAME



--- Zitat ---What would you fear,
If not the smear
Of witless folks,
Much versed in jokes?

I beg you not
To trust the lot
Indulging glad
In tale of mad.

A silly talk.
A foray-walk
In peasant's lore
Which happed afore.

Some murmurs spread:
Perfidious dread!
The Dwarven-gate
Decayed of late.

Its halls became
A throne of flame
For creeping swarm
And putrid form.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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ORBS MAY DIE



--- Zitat ---Orbs may die.
Bards shall sigh.
This my Oath
I cry not loth.

O western seas!
O yonder-breeze!
Ye mayhap turn
From Shore to burn.

The Hither-Strand,
By so a land,
Shall thus partake
In flood and quake.

My potent Stones!
On my Kin's bones
I vow to flail
The Foe of tale.

His foulest fiend
Such roaring wind
Shall never hinder,
In name of Wonder.

On Thee I swear!
Defend from Wear
The valiant Elf,
Accursed himself.

My Ancient King,
Within thy Ring
Decreest thou just
And Right to trust.

Yet Angels failed.
Yet Queens bewailed.
Inside their Shire
Was set a fire.

On stainless Plains
Trod then two Banes,
And lightless Night
Had bound your Might.

The Trees are gone.
The West grew wan.
Sole remnants live
Of Yester-Eve.

My Relics were
The Demon's door
To coming where
Was laid his Lair.

We sail far thither,
While friendships wither.
We head to Doom,
While daisies bloom.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WIGHTS AFIELD!



--- Zitat ---Wights afield!
Bear the shield!
Man the post!
Slay the ghost!

Upon their steed,
Men's ears bleed;
A cry of dread
Betokens dead.

Which beast of hell
Might guardians fell
So grimly full
By devil's rule?

The Knight in White
Assuages fright.
A legate sent
Who furthest went.

Stay, hearken!
Heavens darken!
A wolf-device
Gates hammered thrice.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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A CONTEST ON THE MOUND



--- Zitat ---Aflame and bursting all around,
Befell a contest on the Mound
To hail the victor of the night,
Who thus prevailed by grace of might.

The Wizard held himself till dawn
And battled firm the wicked pawn
That Evil set on long pursuit,
Throughout a daunting peril-route.

A walking Wraith began to seek
For Little Folks about the creek,
Because an Heirloom they possess:
One Ring to damn and not to bless.

He kept a vigil, atop that Ruin.
Some distant flares were Mage's doing.
In guise of lightning, yond afar,
He spoke his magic, spooks to bar.

No venom-dagger could succeed.
No darksome Knight on ghoulish steed.
The Grey bowed not to evil Rider;
The Bearer succour found in Strider.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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