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Walküre:
BRANDISH IT!



--- Zitat ---Brandish it, great Heir!
No better iron might
In perfidy and fright
Secure your being from wear.

At death you are to stare,
While battling the Unright,
Which blighted fiefdoms bare
Of merriment and light.

To gift the Blade I dare,
At onset of despair,
For well foresaw my sight
That you shall rout the night.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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I PASS TO HIM



--- Zitat ---I pass to him
The grace I bear,
Which makes me fair
And rich of vim.

I beg my blood,
Descent of yore,
To summon flood
At Elven-door.

The sacred stream
Ye shall not taint,
Though haps beseem
To smite us faint.

The Hobbit's fine!
The Wraith's amiss!
We drove the Nine
Away from bliss.

I vow to stand
And further fight
This villain-wight
From sullen land.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE TOWER'S FALL



--- Zitat ---The Tower's fall
Lay just ahead,
Beyond the wall
Of mindless dread.

Then debris cast
Its woeful ruin,
Along with blast
And storm ensuing.

Courageous victors.
Volcanic room.
Now languish spectres
Of Evildoom!

They shameful wane.
They all surrender.
Here is the bane,
Hence rent asunder.

His prowess tied
That craft together;
We watch it glide
In calm new weather.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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SO FEY A MARVEL HAPPED



--- Zitat ---So fey a Marvel happed,
As Iron peasants trapped,
And colour faded pale
Through thunderstorm and gale.

A Sorcerer betrayed
The heathland-knight and maid,
For lurid sport of crows,
To feast on brutal woes.

Yet feral raiders daren't
Beset the far lament
Which golden reed pervades
Within the enchanted glades.

A mighty Elvish Dame
They try in vain to tame,
But fallen wizards fail
To sully wood and dale.

Her prodigy we ignore.
That's old forbidden lore.
We only gape at Light,
Where dwells the Queen aright.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
DAMASK-ROSE



--- Zitat ---I see whom nature gifted well,
So fair and worth a praising tell.
I see whom love has dearly shown
To be the queen of this my throne.

The seat of happiness herein,
Where vigour dwindled very thin,
For darkness left a longtime trace
On Hobbit's lovelorn kindly face.

So vast a wasteland have I gone,
Until my Master foes had won,
Yet ever fain I found relief
From malice sown and wrenching grief.

Delight I sought in golden lock,
Which sundry birds may dare to mock.
No brighter visage better glows
Than my besotted damask-rose.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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MEANDERING ABOUT



--- Zitat ---Meandering about,
I would then order flout,
Were sentinels to unveil
The green path to the Vale.

Wandering across,
Amid the tender moss,
We guard the western bound
And set a watch around.

Refuge give us woods
From much nefarious broods,
Unto gleeful Country
We serve as loyal sentry.

Rangers pride in stealth,
Instead of kingly wealth;
Their duty they deem dear,
Be they by brook or mere.

We answer to the Lord
Of joyous dell and ford.
We hail him our guide,
When roads we chance to stride.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AND DRAGONS HID



--- Zitat ---And Dragons hid
To rest amid
The lonely Chill
In sleepy will.

They so repose
From blades and bows,
Beneath the feet
Of Dwarven-seat.

Of greed and fire
Was bane to Sire,
For blaze will melt
The King who dwelt.

The Drake shall soar,
As did afore,
And losses wreak
To Hall and Creek.

The Town on Lake
Will deem her sake
Such worthy stone
To rueful moan.

***

And dragons hid
In wrathful bid
To strike the Chamber
Of rock and timber.

The hour ran
Beyond one's ken,
And days would hap
Till cunning trap.

The Mount became
A sordid flame
Which mines had lit
And conquered wit.

The weary Dwarf
Would walk like serf,
Betraying his skill
And dauntless will.

Yet sung in rhyme
For gladder time
Was lay to sound
Past vale and mound.

***

And dragons hid
Their serpent-lid
Deep down the Gold
Which shone of old.

A seer spoke,
Bereft of joke,
Divining fine
A hopeful Sign.

The rightful Heir
Shall climb the stair,
Once cloven wise
In Dwarven-guise.

Bells will hail
Around the Vale
Such gallant quest
In tunes of fest.

Alack, it is
To ravage trees
And Water heat
By mountain's feet.

***

And dragons hid
To thence forbid
The unlucky Sire
From fleeing fire.

The Snake in wait
Is never sate,
For always longs
To make some wrongs.

Below their Wealth,
By snare and stealth,
One breath of doom
Patrols the gloom.

Shall Exiles pave
Their road to Cave,
To free the keep
Which rooted deep?

O risky route!
O vicious loot!
The Prince will take
The throne from drake.

***

And dragons hid
The world to rid
In future age
Of Dwarf and sage.

The Fellows tread
A way unsaid,
Combating ill
And outer thrill.

A woodland King,
Whom harpers sing,
A deed much bold
Deemed war for Gold.

Among them found
Himself around
A valiant Thief,
Withstanding grief.

The Burglar won!
He now shall don
The Mail of Kings
Of shiny rings.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GRANDLORD UNDER HILL



--- Zitat ---Halls you drew from ore
At very dawn of lore,
And cloven was the throne
In mountain's deepest bone.

Neath the vaults of rock
Masons came to mock
The kingly frown in marble,
Chiselling his fable.

A place to hide from monster.
A dwelling used to foster
The works of Durin's Folk
Who put the mount on yoke.

So fairly rich a mine,
Wherein the delvers dine!
So prosperous a maze
To tell in pomp through lays!

Grandlord under hill,
The fates to dare you will,
For Dwarven-Rings bestir
A threat to cave and fir.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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ALGOUR ON STRAND



--- Zitat ---Algour fell on strand,
Upon the blissful Land,
To darken swans and Port
Past consecrated fort.

Fountains dried away.
Grimness held the Bay.
Barren Trees decayed.
Chill was turned to blade.

Mariners ashore
Mourn the hapless lore,
While tempest rises fell
From paradise and Bell.

Algid lay the Haven,
White by masons graven,
Until was Light anew
To wake the Kingdom's Hue.

Further Ice beyond
Was bare to strain the bond
Betwixt righteous Sire
And Prince of Elven-squire.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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FUTILE HOPE



--- Zitat ---It is profound dismay
To muse on vestige long,
As dawns a grievous day
And enemies are strong.

Men beseem to quail
Before the approaching storm,
Known to them the flail
Menacing their norm.

Accustomed grew the king
To questioning the sky,
In futile hope to cling
To ancient ken or lie.

Grandiose tombs were built,
Embellished by remorse,
Out of envious guilt
Towards a greater force.

Now the Steward lives
To see the fief in chain,
And ruthless wester eves
Preceding wrathful bane.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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