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Walküre:
My way I shall find


My way I shall find,
Ingenious wit and solid mind,
One which does not falter nor quake,
Through the mist of doubt, I am not my duty to forsake.

Hail goodwill and fortitude of mine,
We shall make it and valour will shine,
To enlighten the routes of a world that grows weary,
Away with snares, fell deeds and anything eerie.

Walküre:
Sublime queen of light


Thee we recall as magnificent lady of splendour,
Whom no artist might mock well or loyally render,
Ye, who hearken fain to this tale, ought to know what befell when on her was our bewildered gaze,
Eyes of forever and infinite sight, long millennia of being, lances of starlight and a very miraculous of a maze.


The very appearance of the Valar is undoubtedly a quite tricky topic to tackle. One of those aspects that are left in a certain amount of obscurity by the Professor. We only know, thanks to the pure canons, that, after the violent clashes between Melkor and the Powers, the primordial world was shattered and utterly devastated, although its fashion was still indefinite and still in need of the intervention of the Archangels, in order to make for a proper dwelling in which the Children of Ilúvatar would live in peace and solace, as the Plan exactly encompassed. So, once the Good had triumphed and made his enemies flee in the deep places of the dark Void, the Valar elected to clothe themselves with human-like shapes; appearances that were an exact reflection of their intrinsic being, in accordance to each one's gender or inner might. However, albeit having bound themselves to a physical form (with all the relative consequences), it is not clear whether this ancestral fashion was akin to the one they would later took after the coming of the Eldar to their sacred continent. They may have initially opted for colossal resemblances, as that was an evident representation of their true potency.

As the Eldar accepted the solemn invitation of the Lords of the West, the Powers chose fashions that were more similar to the ones of their immortal guests, even though they certainly retained their own aura of authority and holy rule. Yet, in spite of the usual norm, Varda constituted an exception in herself, given that all of hers was clothed with pure radiance of unspeakable beauty. Clearest kind of light and sole testimony of the true nature of the halls in which Ilúvatar reigns, prior to all, beyond time and space.

Walküre:
The path is shut


Living flesh, this I sense with clear wisdom,
Sure is my certainty, whenever intruders dare set foot in our forbidden domain,
Aye, you who entered here, give up your false hope, lest your noble composure be laid down in ill manner,
The dead suffer none and the vain claiming of yours reject.

The path is shut for the living,
Which kind of folly has convinced you to commence this very hopeless of a quest?
For there is no chance that we are ever to take side in one's war,
The troubles of the living warlords do not worry us nor our kingdom within the stone.

Only to the royal lineage of old shall we respond, in that a curse has trapped us and to the toil of life we are thus obliged to cling, unless the Heir of Númenor himself frees us from the agony of these chains, because oaths should not be sworn lightly or broken in the very hour of need.

Walküre:
To cowardice he clung


Raging his temper must have been, as soon as the Tyrant beheld his foul realm falling asunder,
Once his demons were swept away by the wind of justness, and so the decent one again along the shires of the Hither-Lands was to meander,
The Dark Lord was no valiant leader and to cowardice clung,
In the hour in which the bell of his demise was tolling and finally rung.

Walküre:
Your love I harbour in me, ever-ardent and alive


Your love I harbour in me, ever-ardent and alive, not proven by passing time,
Made to bear the wounds of hard life, and to endure and to be honoured in rhyme,
Fly and travel much, thought of mine, unto the reaching of whom battles in strife,
Grey is this era and darker it might even get, for Men are summoned to ride towards their deciding fate, once the armies of good are prepared and cast has been the dice.

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