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Walküre:
TO WARN



--- Zitat ---For our sake, to warn,
To avert tragedy which one would mourn,
Thou hast placed a sign,
In the blue, signal of thine.

A bow of suns,
The Scythe of the Valar, the High Ones,
To warn malevolent wills,
That thou art to guard towers, seas and hills.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
BLACK KNIGHTS



--- Zitat ---Rumble of hoofs,
Coming of spooks,
Fear inside the Shire,
Much trembles the humble squire.

Black knights ride,
Searching through and wide,
A precious item of their lord,
This were they bidden, waving death and sword.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE KNOT



--- Zitat ---Go, let us free the knot!
We shall reach the shore we've long sought,
This vessel will travel the tides of the blue,
Under the multitude of stars, under the glaring moon.

Abandoning these grey ways,
Whose tales I sing in old lays,
Parted, when the knot gets undone,
Sailing westwards, sinking in the dying sun.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
AMONG PURE



--- Zitat ---Among pure lies the fallen prince,
Among the company of his forefathers who passed since,
Beside the resting kings,
Beside timeless glory, so the bard sings.

So weeps his dear maiden,
Chanting sorrow as morrow's fading,
So cry folks of the byre,
Their strong and gallant sire.

Too much of a tragedy to bear,
For the old king, ruler of horse and mare,
Next to him stands the white mage,
Come in time to break the cage.

A cage of treason,
Woven web to cloud reason,
Yet, Théoden walks the earth anew,
Willing to mend arrant deeds and win through.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
WHITE GUARDIAN



--- Zitat ---She guards the kingdom, ever-still,
Gazing at shadow in unfaltering will,
Conscious that the time shall come,
Knowing that dreadful noise will sound from Mordor's drum.

As a white guardian she towers all over the land,
The gate, whence Men their errands send,
Leaning on hard stone,
Solitary, indeed, yet never lone.

Built as the fortress of the sun,
Besieged often, vanquished by none,
There, an ancient tree still harbours hope,
Feeble, kept well atop the slope.

Her twin lies not so far,
Ruined by charms which do nought else but mar,
Prepare the trebuchet, garrison the walls!
For the sake of our forebears, resting quiet in marbled halls.
--- Ende Zitat ---

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