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Walküre:
ELDER MIGHT



--- Zitat ---The Mountain shall her pass conceal,
To stun the traveller on wheel,
Or freeze the feet of prouder guest
About the baleful crimson crest.

A dormant Forest harbours wrath
And trees she herds on sylvan path,
Awaiting some to loud acclaim
The fall of axes, made to maim.

Another power fain resides
Near the root of peaceful tides,
Deep within a vale of mirth:
Abode of nature's beaming birth.

Horrors lurk underneath,
Where have mourners placed a wreath
For the honouring of mines,
Inside the cave; below the pines.

'Tis one sort of elder might,
Born afore the starry night;
Ere evilness befell.
Ere Angels crafted bell.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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LAY OF SUNLESS TIMES



--- Zitat ---Flawless Elda, now bespeak:
What were shadows then to wreak?
Which the semblance of thy scare,
Haunting dream and mirthless mare?

By the Lake the First awoke,
Blooming goodness of a folk;
Astir they Wonders thus beheld,
When Varda's radiance cloud had felled.

Yet peril lay, in ore enshrined.
Round frigid heights, by foulness mined.
Thence came a Ghoul, a gruesome Wight,
Ordained to mar the starlit night.

The darksome Fiend of our tale
Crept unseen, at end of dale;
He took the unwary unto cave
For evil work of art so grave.

Wherefore Children turned to beast,
Doomed on flesh to wildly feast.
Monstrous ogres rose from pit,
Serving demon's malice-writ.

Ere the Knight vastness rode,
Seeking Fairies, right in mode,
Ye encountered Him of old:
Wicked Rider, black and bold.

Cunning captor, willed to chain
Thine eternity with pain,
Deeming very better deed
The vile unmaking of one's creed.

Manwë's Lightning struck his fort,
Smiting devilry and dirt.
Heavens thundered; reddened skies;
Shires relished, shorn of lies.

'Twas the Lay of sunless time,
Sung in verse, entailing rhyme.
Epic story, fine to treasure,
Shall in sureness win thy pleasure.

O my dweller, hither come!
Hark the trumpet! Hail the drum!
March in Valimar the Great,
Ever-Mistress of thy fate!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AN AGELESS FAY



--- Zitat ---Inside the Green
An ageless Fay
Is known as being
Of olden day.

Revere the Dame!
Obey the Lord!
So grand a fame
Surpasses word.

No trace of toil
Upon her face;
No barren soil
For Elven-grace.

It ill behoves
Men abroad
To hail as coves
Queens to laud.

Tall and white,
She will divine
Encroaching fright
Or omen-sign.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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LAST OF ROYAL BLOOD



--- Zitat ---Last of ancient royal blood!
A lonesome wandering in reed;
Accustomed well to mire-weed;
The untidy pilgrim, sunk in mud.

A shack he finds aright
To shelter eyes and feet,
Relying on the night
To cool diurnal heat.

Some sacred lore inhabits
The sentinel of limits.
It brings us back to you,
O sea-lord ruling blue!
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
I QUESTION STARS



--- Zitat ---I question stars to tell me all.
What happens, pray, behind that wall?
Which foul device assume of ill
His feral monsters, bred to kill?

I covet ken and keener gaze;
I wish I knew such land of blaze.
They spoke of glaring flame therein;
Fell it grew. We may not win.

I long for craft to wisely show
The fiery wave. The molten flow.
The Seeing Stones, I here confide,
Will plain reveal the opposing side.

I have observed perennial dullness;
It fed a malice: woeful vileness.
I fear the Tower, his dreary seat;
The ash is ruin to corn and wheat.

I lie distressed, rent and torn.
The Steward governs, yet forlorn.
Anguish shall corrode my trust,
Akin to rocks, then ground to dust.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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BE IT FEST TO EVER HAIL



--- Zitat ---The glass we raise to cheer
A wiseman, brave and dear,
In hour apt for fun,
When hazard we fain shun.

May beer abound!
Fill the jugs around!
Hobbits yearn remembrance,
Glad in mode and semblance.

Be it fest to ever hail
As event befalling vale,
Where we cherish quiet life,
Faraway and void of strife.

Ah, the joys of queer story,
Firelit and fraught with glory!
Troll and drake us await,
Once provisioned, till we're sate.

Many tales endearing ears,
Meant to stir the common's fears,
Albeit willing to disclose
Foreign tidings, full of woes.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
GONE, DECAYED



--- Zitat ---Gone, decayed. 'Twas the fate of Light.
A sudden coldness fell, inviting sombre night.
Two Trees had risen, the miracle of Powers,
Enshrined herein secure, behind mighty towers.

The Enemy knew well, to deal the fatal strike,
Assisted by a Beast, kindred fiend alike.
They ventured unto fields, pure and blessing-laden,
Intent to poison Green, defying Lord and Maiden.

Swathing chill occurred, gripping Havens faint.
Grieving sailors wept, for the scourge of taint.
Noon had soon eclipsed, as a waning dream,
Leaving Elves adrift, by the ocean's stream.

"Stay thy bursting ire, Noldo of the West!
Thou mayest not prevail, nor higher kinds contest!"
Saith thus the Ancient King, sovereign ever-just;
He shall reign supreme, evermore to last.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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PAPER WISELY STOWED



--- Zitat ---Paper wisely stowed,
In the ancient mode,
Findeth proper use
Past the River's blues.

Mesmerising hue;
Gleaming summer-dew.
An anointed Ravine
Much inspireth craving.

Might another kingdom
Treasure equal saintdom?
Might a fairer shrine
Offer food and wine?

Not on dying Shore,
Deeply scarred afore,
Shall we have a place
Vying so by grace.

Books conserve the lay,
Sung in olden Day,
At the time of might
And relentless plight.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE FORAY FOR THE FLOWER



--- Zitat ---'The Foray for the Flower'
In the gravest hour,
Thitherto presented
By the fate resented.

Happed in truth a deed
Off the Isle of Greed,
Strangled by the sin
Festering therein.

So we call the tale!
Him we shall bewail!
Afore the Ruling Ring
We need his merit sing.

Under sham disguise,
Passing guard and lies,
Climbed the Prince a tower:
Seat of cruel power.

Ere the fiendish Priest
Swung his deadly fist,
Took the Heir with him
Seed decayed dim.

It was a feeble piece,
Reminiscent of the Bliss,
Brought of old aboard
From the Land of Lord.

Then a Sapling grew
In the World of Rue,
There to well remind
Of a grander kind.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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'TIS TIME: RELEASE THE BRAID!



--- Zitat ---I pray to staunch confide
In fiercest knightly ride;
I pray and skies beseech
To silence raven-screech.

'Tis time: release the braid!
The rider chains unmade.
I wave and spur the reins
Towards my ruthless banes.

Horsemen, forth ye charge!
Wearisome and large
Hath the raider's fury
Wanted us to bury.

It doth me regal honour
To anew display the colour.
It did me tenfold gladder
To set aflame the ladder.

The Deep we shan't forsake.
Ruin the Sun! Wake the drake!
I were to blemish all,
If ogres broke the wall.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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