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Walküre:
FOR BRANCHES WAR



--- Zitat --- They shall all flee
In front of tree,
For branches war
And hatred store.

A green enraged,
Which clash has waged,
Is marching now:
Such fearsome bough!

The wood demands
That field and lands
Be under law
Averting flaw.

The forest cried:
"No time to bide!"
Their roots will choke
Who felled the oak.

"O bane of fir!
I stomp you, cur!
Be cursed the day
Orcs trod this way!"
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THENCE WE SAILED



--- Zitat --- Thence we sailed to land on Bliss,
Knowing prows lead not amiss,
For an art the Angel taught:
'Twas a vessel, grandly wrought!

Many ships in quiet mode
Yearned for holy saint-abode,
In the hour of the Antique,
Void of anger, grudge, and pique.

Sea-elves parted from the Isle,
That later wisemen would beguile,
When sages harbours gross mistook
By lack of ken, and distant look.

At tide's command we crossed the strait
Whither kinship marched of late,
In search of novel home ashore,
Out of Paradise's door.

Marine and gracious Fowls were keen
On ferrying boat and deathless being
To fiefdoms governed by the High:
Eternal fortress! Hallow-belfry.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WHAT TIME IS MADE TO REST?



--- Zitat --- Time? What time is made to rest?
My friend elected pipe and fest,
Among their brutishness enjoying
The rustic taste of folk's alloying.

Gandalf, bid adieu to party-fires!
How may mages rove in mires?
Ride to me; I bear a sign!
Rid yourself of fetid swine.

At the summit of my tower
Stricken have me Blaze and Power,
Through the olden Seeing Stone
Which enquire I alone.

Grandness, wreathed in furious cloud,
Where the Black Tongue sounds aloud
From the ogre and the wraith:
Owed to him is villain's faith.

Why should sorcerers oppose
Countless legions, pikes, and bows?
Ought we him to promptly stay,
Combating victors of this lay?
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
ERRANT KNIGHT



--- Zitat --- The Errant Knight of Gondor
Hath trodden wood and field;
Before the gates of Mordor
He raised his mighty shield.

The Heir and rightful Sire
Shall lead his folk in war,
Though hamlets burn afire
And Men bewail their lore.

O valiant Chevalier!
We would thou wert to win.
Thus prophesied the seer:
Thou art to mend our sin.

Thy regal blood of kings
Is relic of an age,
Afore prodigious Rings
And advent of the Mage.

Yester-lords were feared
By the savage land,
And each vessel veered
To Númenor, the Grand.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BLAME YOU NOT THIS MY PRECIOUS



--- Zitat --- Leave me scarring grief to sing
To the imprudent and the fool:
All are tied to Ruling Ring
As a worthless utter tool.

Blame you not this my Precious,
Kindly Master from the Shire;
Shadow's minions deem it vicious
To torment the unlucky squire.

Aye, so foul a devil-king!
Upon decay the Demon reigns!
I beheld his monstrous wing
Order vilest deed and banes.

Only chain my spoils have known
Down the dungeon of doom,
Wherein had Evil laid a throne
In the bleakness of the gloom.

Yet a favour I might do,
Having skill for dire case,
So the Hobbits journey through
During darker sunless days.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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