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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #765 am: 21. Feb 2018, 11:12 »
Old merry days



Look, maidens harvesting wheat,
Poor robes, yet firm touch and neat,
In the midst of the fields of Gondor, golden treasure,
Ready for duty, albeit not disdaining leisure.

Look, maidens collecting food and exchanging laughter,
Lovely sight and common in such country, recalled gloriously ever after,
At times, toil gets much, as they have laboured since dawn,
Yet, the task they carry on, being not used to lament or moan.

Look, maidens resting and talking more,
About the old merry days of their kingdom's lore,
When the White Tree would blossom and the throne was seat of might,
Prior to the awakening of fire within the realm of night.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #766 am: 21. Feb 2018, 11:30 »
Spear of flare



Grim hours get near,
Ill envoys of fear,
Words spread by the liar,
And passed on by his foul choir.

Of slaves and night-mares,
Lurking in deep pits and lairs,
Away from light and good,
Ferocious and beast-like mood.

Into the world those monsters were brought,
Which holy ranks ever have fought,
In the heat of the monstrous clash,
That marred Arda and much reduced into ash.

You we worship and your light is for us the best shield,
Excellent weapon to use and wield,
Through the wall of darkness, a spear of flare,
Your utmost blessing that all makes well fare.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #767 am: 21. Feb 2018, 12:31 »
Majestic spoils



Shattered and broken,
This is how lies the corpse of the Smith,
Ancient temple of the most vivid flame,
And impetuous too, fortress of wonders,
His coming to life was cause to premature loss,
For the mother could not nourish such fire,
Without consuming herself as well,
And for long he had laboured along the ways of Aman,
Conceiving grandness and beauty beyond thought,
And those three Jewels of irresistible doom.

Theft and murder have led him to hostile shores,
And grey and grievous as the mourning of the Eldar,
To regain his legacy, unjustly taken,
And to save the honour of the House of mighty Elves,
Together with longing for the free land, far from divine rule,
His hands were stained with blood in equal manner, however,
For slaughter of kindred beings was the terrible toll to pay,
In order to seize the swan-shaped vessels and pass the raging sea,
Crime which none shall ever forget,
Stigma for all the Noldor and their kin to be.

The infamous oath he swore,
Words of impious will,
Clouded by wrath and thirst for cruel revenge,
Sworn on Ilúvatar the Almighty,
With Manwë and Varda as supreme witnesses,
Original root of the worst sin,
Promising to take back the treasure, against all odds,
Being the bright Vala or Maia benevolent or not,
Vowing the ruin of the Dark Lord,
But, what if the bell had tolled for the very Smith too?

Landed on the dangerous continent,
Wild and so hard to tame,
He awaited not his fellows and made to the Iron Gate,
Moved and devoured by anger, ardent as the lamps in the skies,
Asking for resolution and the end of the contest,
Alas, the radiance of Aman was no enough blessing to win,
Lone as a dying flame, he battled legions of shadow and dreadful devils,
Fiery kind of the Ainur, then fallen in the thrall of the Evil,
Surrounded he tried a last act, unfortunate and doomed to fail,
His crushed remnants were rescued from the strife, resting as majestic spoils of a one-time prideful king, whose sad soul still wanders and weeps.
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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #768 am: 22. Feb 2018, 15:04 »
Sayings of the Stars (I)



The Fair Elves dwell beside the godly seat, they may behold the Queen of Light,
Wife of the King, ruling Arda and of all birds the flight,
Lady of infinite halls, which thou hast made bright,
He governeth water, wood, air and stone, with thee, via decree of might.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #769 am: 22. Feb 2018, 15:23 »
Let him do, he has much to tell



Is he Bilbo? One of the Baggins, I suppose,
I know he's travelled much, hither and thither, back and forth,
Treading hazardous paths and facing riddles,
With the company of queer voyagers, fond of adventure,
Yet, his departure never was a woeful day,
For the people of the Shire love peace and solace, preferring the comfort of home and sneering the stranger,
Whom the passion of journey elects, he should take the way of the outer world,
From whence unpleasant visitors come and spoil the quiet mood,
Well, he came back, one day, with gold and gems to which naught I have seen is akin,
Whither did fate lead him? I ask, for never has the dwelling of a Hobbit welcomed such treasure, and the buoyant journeyman is now very busy with a red book.

Let him do, I tell you! Don't you know that a writer should not be disturbed by ill questions or bad manners?

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #770 am: 22. Feb 2018, 16:02 »
Hoisted colours, to the ruin of order



Time came eventually,
For the resolution of the eventful tale,
Fable of vice, sin, fall and desire,
The good old name of a lineage of superb monarchs,
Very little faith they ended up harbouring in such ardent spirit,
A grand empire may not be chained nor confined, they thought,
Greatest force on the earth, ruling over waves and powerful sires,
Númenor, fierce and proud, majesty of kings and legendary lords,
Five-pointed Star, raised by the will of the Holy Thrones,
And gifted to the loyal Men.

Men, who equally partook in the elder war,
Fighting side by side, beside the Eldar, their truest friends,
Finest kind among the mortal Children,
They feared not, fled not, nor were they to miss the epilogue of the ancient agony,
There were they, when the Good the most them needed,
By the ruthless hand of Morgoth, they suffered equal evilness,
In the grimmest hour, hope for the tortured Beleriand was born,
The Half-Elf, sung and worshipped in every lay,
Glorious mariner of all times, undaunted and gallant beyond reckon,
He took the rapid routes of the sea, to beg and speak before the Powers, for the sake of both kinds.

The divine might spoke in favour,
And so tyranny was ended,
A continent sank into the blue,
Carrying with it memories of joy and woe,
The Voyager would guard the ways of the ether in eternity,
Brightest star, he led Men to their new dwelling,
Far from the troubles of Middle-earth, and closest mortal shire to the undying shores,
Fashioned in the guise of such hope-infusing lamp of the firmament,
To be of good omen,
The first king was of the Saviour's kin, the twin who chose glory and death.

Noble crown, what have you done?
Why was the sacred alliance forsworn?
Why was friendship turned into envy?
Not willing to part from riches and clout, you began to yearn the life which lasts forever within the circles of Eä,
For your demise you deemed unjust fate and burden,
Alas, you have invited at your court the real bane of Men, disguised as a captive who rendered you all his pawns,
The worst crime against the order of the world,
War was waged against the Blessed Realm, in order to seize the holy country of the Archangels,
An enormous fleet sailed, vast as the sea itself, as an ominous stillness pervaded the waves,
The menacing sky was red and ardent as the wrath of the Western Lords, while the colours of the proud king's vessel were hoisted, to the ruin of the order.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #771 am: 23. Feb 2018, 17:27 »
Sayings of Stars (II)



The immortal coast is told to enjoy sweet breeze and foam,
The shore of Aman, that mortal foot may neither tread nor roam,
Not even the pious Elda, living and lingering as time is bound to flow,
Should he do evil or mayhem sow.

Your blessing you have placed, my Queen, hiding the right way with oblivion and fog,
Lest the exiled were to seek return, like a guest contrite and rogue,
May the charm avail the gods' scope, wide concealing spell,
To keep the shrine secure, as the Lords deemed just and well.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #772 am: 23. Feb 2018, 18:07 »
May he fare well



Too weary even for triumph,
Heaviest burden on his shoulders,
The little hero was not well, still,
A miracle, that the saviour of the modern age succeeded,
Regardless of the imperative task, the very challenge of doom,
There he had cast it, into the primeval fire,
Fell flames that shaped and forged our ruin,
And the undoing of the token overthrew the nightmare from his black throne,
He may only wander, now, as a miserable ghost devoured and mangled by hatred,
Poison he liked to spread, which he shall taste unto the End.

Gentle hero, why do the joys of peace not suffice?
Is it maybe the memory of tragedy?
Sorrow and toil, much fatigue,
Of which one cannot get rid,
For that vicious dagger had pierced too deep,
With its hexed venom harming still,
And the sting of a monster, which is gruesome breed of an old horror,
He shall take the way of the sea, passing through waves and the tides of this decaying world,
Bidding farewell to his lovely and warm home, treasure and shelter of his heart,
Heading to shires where naught withers, of ever-green fields, realm of the Keepers guarding the universe and its sidereal halls.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #773 am: 23. Feb 2018, 19:03 »
Her wish



Have you seen those shapes of stone, right into those woods? Adjacent to the realm of Lórien of Golden Leaves, and south of the known Gladden Fields. Nay, your eye was not prey of illusions. Those were not sham images, as many tongues are used to repeating along these ways, unto the lands of the knights. They are statues, of the finest sort: made by Elven hand without doubt, I am certain. Old testimony of a tale, which many would dread and very few know, however. Insignia of glory, now left to the wilderness of such wasted country, needing rule and care.

The story begins with the coming of the Lady and the Sire to the kingdom of golden woods, whose dwellers requested new lords to serve and admire. Particularly, that maiden was a mistress of grand potency, revered and recalled in the most ancient lyrics. Content she was not with the sole establishment of her new seat, since persisting desire had advised to render the borders safe. And that wish was stout will, engendered by years of strife, combating shadows that ever pave their path back.

Mighty ruler of magic, war she waged, meant to repulse those foul legions infesting the peaks into the mist, cleansing the river and its calm waters from peril and filth. Through the vibrant blades of her woodland guardians, and the rapid bow of deadly archers. And through her enchanting words, commanding the skies, making waters loud and wrathful, summoning frightening tempest. Until victory was hers.

Statues were raised and placed among the branches of the newly-seized region, for the reminiscence of such restoration of good. But the government of those lands could not be held for long, in that it was ground that stood out of the Golden Wood; too far from merriment and marvel to reach. Too far for the arts of the Lady to embalm trees and streams, under the wings of her love. Therefore, solitary they now lie, those shapes delved in the stone. Waiting still for the proper time, to cure the tainted soil and mend.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #774 am: 24. Feb 2018, 16:55 »
THE HEARTH OF TALES
Fireside chats in the Shire

Zitat
Here, come to the warm fire,
Within the merry ways of the Shire,
Should one want to please the need, strong and dire,
We fain fancy the teller, but not the liar.


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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #775 am: 25. Feb 2018, 16:35 »
Sayings of Stars (III)



Guardian of hope, Star-kindler,
Thou hast lit what was void, space-wanderer,
May thy wrath rage as loud waters, furious wind,
To sweep and blow away the enemy, foul and fiend.

Thou wast there, in distances far and wide,
Across the empty halls, amidst the sidereal tide,
Queen of Evergreen Fields, eternal and fine,
Fair as diamonds, holiness of thine.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #776 am: 26. Feb 2018, 14:28 »
What happened to the great North?



Northwards would the voyager head,
At the dawn of our story,
When these paths were not enough green,
Not joyful as they are today,
Murmurs still reach one's ear,
About a grand kingdom,
Northernmost end,
Solid walls, hard stone and royal gentry,
So akin to the tall ones of our age,
Men of honour and deed, this we are told.

Alien to the merry gardeners,
And to buoyant farmers too,
Sedition spread as a festering disease,
The same malaise that pesters plants and pets,
Poison for the gentle mind,
A shadow was anew born,
Among thick ice and fiend beasts,
Angry and scheming revenge,
Against the fine kind of Men,
Gathering wicked magic and trouble.

Aye, the things that make one be late,
That make the laborious Hobbit miss his meal,
That make us worry much,
Though we went past such evils,
I may say, love,
For so distant are we,
From those events,
Memory of a past we might do without,
Pain we like not,
Tragedy which saddens the party.

Dear, I ought to continue the tale,
To tell the ending of the war,
That broke out soon,
As the realm asunder was torn,
By envy, greed and vicious thought,
And the door was thus left open,
For a nightmare to come and seize the land,
Rule of terror and sinister arts,
Of which only ruins remain,
And noble guards became rangers, used to woodland life.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #777 am: 26. Feb 2018, 14:58 »
Awaiting fate



Awaiting fate,
Keeping the haven, on the shore,
Resolute to staunchly wait,
Very old, master of lore.

Legend of the sea, without fear,
He gazes yonder, place of good and reason,
Close to the western edge, much near,
Immense knowledge, immune to treason.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #778 am: 26. Feb 2018, 15:35 »
Tenson of death and misery



Among the fables of the Elder Days,
There is one, recalled in sorrow,
When light and darkness battled each other, in grander fashion,
During the major quest of all eras,
Of the Two Lovers, heroes of those times,
Confronting the ruthless yoke,
That chained and choked the earth,
Mission of doom, destined to be,
Which changed the course of things,
For everyone, everywhere.

A company of valorous ones,
Whose leader immortal was,
Not a mere member, to be fair,
Yet, one of the exiled court,
Wise son of a king, ruling over undying soil,
Skills beyond reckon and knowledge of ancient sort,
A very prince of glory,
Who equally partook in the tale,
Because he had promised, to come to the hero's aid,
Whenever harm was done.

Alas, my brave companions,
Trapped and caught you were,
Brought before an evil lord,
Cruel and foul sorcerer,
Commanding hungry wolves and bloody wings,
Fangs, claws and dreadful ghouls,
Versed in the control of demons,
Devilish servant of the Iron Throne,
Cursed and hated,
Keeper of hopeless gaols.

But goodness was not to surrender,
Not lightly, at least,
And so the prince asked for justice to be made,
Challenging the thrall-master of the eerie castle,
In a contest of rhymes and spells,
To crown the winner of that deed,
The fair Elf started and sang prodigious words,
Regarding the marvel of Arda, its water, stone, sky and woods,
Then, it was the turn of the night, chanting the wounds and ruin of the world,
Until the foe spoke of the slain brethren, at the Havens of Swans, stained with kindred Elven blood, so that the radiant prince fell and his dark adversary won.

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Re: Antique Lyrics of Arda
« Antwort #779 am: 27. Feb 2018, 17:59 »
Night, renew the day and evil wash away



Night, often mistreated and feared, as a token of hell, as a token of desperation that swiftly comes and hardly leaves one's heart, in the guise of a veil which anything may conceal and make evanescent,
Vanishing as a soul ready to part from the halls of daily existence, bound to voyage across time and infinite space, whither we do not know and ignore,
Absence of light, looming over the regions of Arda, and folks speak much and bad about the arrival of her touch, gentle yet dreary,
Of the night, deemed desolate signal of shadows, that gives monstrous creatures force and bolder intent to pursue evil in the world,
That is sham parlance, though, for things shall fare as they always have done, since the dawn of modern times, being the perennial cycle a natural law, will of those who sit on diamond thrones,
Prior the Elder Days, all used to dwell under her sombre wings, for radiance was a privilege of the Immortals within their glad continent, in which wonders were made,
In which beauty died not and lasted, like a flower, ever-green and vivid, shielded from ruin and sad demise,
Until the order was broken and marred, so that two other lamps were raised in the vast sky, for every land to enjoy and bath in sunlight,
But merry brightness was not to be forever, in that the bearer of such flame had to rest and recover her strength, passing through the heavens of Aman, down beyond forbidden waters, while another Angel carried a feebler flare, quiet and colder, yet apt to kindle hope in those who had lost it,
The Queen of Stars had nonetheless placed her craft along the void of emptiness, remote and not reachable, to let her might shine always and in spite of other snares, endless and never-faltering, rendering night what renews the day and anything foul washes away.