Edain 4.7.2 veröffentlicht! / Edain 4.7.2 released!
On top of rustic mound,By the heathland's bound,Lies the hay-clad domeIn the horseman's home.Here find no restBuoyant folks and hapless guest.Here peasants quailAt the Wizard's flail.Loyal riders ran away,Banned in sullen shameful day,As the King ill decreed:Is the court in dire need!Happed have crime and woeful treasonAt the algid end of season,When the fields oft recoil,By the ice pledging foil.Short of vigour stays the crown;Lies prevail and gentle drown.People seek to free their guideFrom the rancour crawling wide.
Long and wide he trodThe wasted wooded path,Plied with log and rod,Fought the Night he hath.Shoals of foes beganTo pass the ancient road,Daring marsh and glenIn the fiercest mode.The Eye saw it through,A feeble weakened vale;Then his force he drewTo end this doleful tale.Ranger of the reed,Wield thy piercing bow!More than tents we needTo stem the vicious flow.Hail thy Captain right,Servant of the Tree!Grander act he might,The Son who leadeth thee.
Ere radiant Sun arose,In elder age to unfold,Safe from earthly woesLay a land of gold.Past the livid wave,Further yonder west,Elves were glad to craveEternal Bliss and Rest.Shires laden fairWith joy and mirthful relish;Thither we shall fare,Where faultless hearts not perish.Besieged by fiend and guilt,And dreading grave offence,The Archangels wherefore builtAn unbreakable Defence!Valmar and her BellShall holy fortune wreak,Whereunder pious dwellAnd lasting beauty seek.
It is no longer known,Amid despair and bone,Who chances to surviveAnd pass the age alive.Demons flood the keep,Intent along to sweep,Breaching gates and doorsIn the plight of wars.Axes splinter shieldsAll across the fields,Brandished to reclaimWhat the arm shall maim.Doom has not defeated yetWhom the Dark beforetime met;'Tis a Paladin of LightBearing fey uncanny might.Such are odds and riddles told,By the Fiefdom Men will hold,Facing restless flaring ringsRound some hellish horrid wings.
We hanker after glee,About mere and tree,Roving through the green:An olden fate foreseen.The Elvish paean stayedInside the rotten glade;Speed and joy forsookWhat valour prior took.We lade the vessel full,So winds hereafter pullThe wailing ship afar,Seaward to the Star.Shall the voyage bring,As on seagull's wing,Firstborns way aheadOnto bounds unsaid.We pray that oar and mastWill pass the ocean fast,But a wish to fulfilIn the Land forbearing ill.
Hand and chisel mockGraven stone and rock,To capture kingly eyes,As befits the Wise.Regal frowns commandVirtues that withstandThe epoch running bare,When sunsets fearsome glare.Glorious days subside,Swept by time and tide;Waning wraiths bemoanWhat befell the throne.Dwelling took a kenIn the House of Men:The Sovereign shall returnWhile happy hamlets burn.Soon will pride enterThe sick woeful centreOf human marble-core,Which guarded fates ashore.
Mourn thou not,My kindly lot.Scar may flame,Yet never tame.Thee I praise,O splendent ways!Thine is prideOn noble side.By grand and skilful fashionThou grew'st in vibrant passion,While hands would wreak a treasureOf wondrous regal measure.A King thou hast obeyed,Whose realm once was laidOn sacred merry soil:A golden valiant foil.The City ailed afire.Wring shall I my lyre.The foul blazing curseWill not destroy my verse.
I wager it might work,Yet even many irk,Though bounden is the dutyFor any chap of pity.Fare you well, perky fellow!This your name shall we bellow,In the time fallen dull,Which my spirit may not lull.Hobbits find great remorseFor the deed, augured worse;Nay, I fathom not the wisdomIn making sudden to the Fiefdom.What did the Little Folk of graceIn such ferocious sullen place?If it be to common good,Well the lad odds withstood.Fight will mayhap therefore spellLay that's really worth a tell,So long as eager feet remainWidely firm and ever-sane.
Of Fire, Ice and Thunder,Which realms rend asunder,Thou heard'st grave and griefThat shatter worlds as chief.Pain I'm not to assuage,As devils battle wage;The only Saviour lieth beyondThe enchanted misty Pond.Thine honour must repentTo live anew content.If thou be'st to plead,Forswear would Princes greed.Fire shall wear out;Ice will melt aboutThe Foe's ghoulish Keep,Where Thunder rageth deep.O western Angel lying yonder!Thou dwell'st unspoilt within thy Wonder.Thou dost observe with eyes keen,From Plain and Meadow evergreen.
Bare moorlands flailWinds and wicked gale,Storming crop and wheatBy the horseman's seat.Yeomen live in fearOn a peasant's tear;Troubles have begotWoes we fathom not.The White Hand is nigh!Wolves walk and pryAlong ways uncouth,Around the brutish South.Swoon sits the KingWhom betrayers bringOn the edge of ruin:That's the Wizard's doing!Knight and rusted sword,Turned agin your lord;Outlaws leave unfairCrowns they're not to dare.
Ever roared the horn of War.Spilt was blood, dried to gore.Crude became these pitied Rocks;Nasty fowls were drawn in flocks.Hath the Lay woeful beckoned,For the brave feeble Second,Whom the story chiefly hurtAnd dragged below to soulless dirt.Ever thundered weeping skies,Swift the darksome cloud to rise;Hail and rain have washed awayCountless griefs, of sheer dismay.First, thou fearest not the wheeling courseWhich Time took thence for utter worse.Yet wide discord hath bled thee white,For red were stained swan-ports of Light.If thou wert keen on gazing west,Much better so it were to bestThe Fiend who saith and doth mischief,Once perished Noon and ancient Leaf.
So long, my green.How fain I've seenYour gentle SpringAnd russet wing!O larks! O deer!No longer sheerShall be the YouthWhich prides in truth.Yet Ruth I bear,Although in wearI suffer great,At heart of late.Venom blightsDays and nights,Too deep whereinI carried Sin.A last RouteI shan't refute,To take me thereWhere Deathless fare.
So fresher airMight you ensnare,Within the gemOf springing hem.'Tis Hobbit's land!Some deem it bland.How fair domain,Devoid of stain.To look aboveAnd burst with loveAt silky skyLying gladly high.May zephyrs kissThis homely bliss.O rutted road!O simple mode!The outer folks,With foolish jokes,Are envious lotsOf troubled thoughts.
One league ahead,One land of dread,By heatwaves burnt;Some tales that weren't.Narrated, then,Are songs and MenRe-seeking trustTo longer last.Battles rageAnd herefore cageSome kings with chainAs hideous bane.The tribes of SouthA cruel MouthNow all revere:The Eye they fear!Aye, it isSome blazing breezeThat sets alightTo drought and fright.
Two bastions in the stoneHewn fine, strong and lone;Once thy vessel foundered deep,Thus to light was brought the Keep.A keep thou deemest right,To dare and face the Night;His phantom rose from wavesAnd longeth Dark its caves.In cave was made a RingWhich minstrels doleful sing;O valiant human-kind!Your bane ye seek to find.To find and vanquish allBy breaching Sauron's Wall,And Blade and Lance awaitTheir grievous ending fate.My Man and Elf of Good,Ye warred and proudly stoodAgin the firing PeakThat was your doom to wreak.O deathly sealike Lord,Thou fled'st in pain aboardThy mourning alder-ship,As Ulmo wound his Whip.Thine Heirs were not to yield,When oceans sank the Field;In sullied lands now towerTwo Realms, Tree, and Flower.
The unlucky one you shield from ill;So eager comes your faultless willAt the court of time and fate:'Tis a daunting gloomy wait.Kingless rest the ways of Men.Dreary gets the quiet glenWhich fouler feet now tread in haste:Gullies die and brooks then waste.Just fangs and claws to guard the valeThat Sun avoids, to plunge much pale.The ranks of Shadow walk anew:A path to leave, grand foolish you!Unless a force be well reborn,Shall the kingdom render tornA creeping wight of man-discord:We hail a Head! We hail a Lord!The crownless yearns his land to lead;His truly vivid ardent creed.He shan't recoil or throne defect:His people just he will protect.
Crossing hedge, amid the reed,Lurk a wraith and darkling steed.They move across the haunted wood;Another sign of vicious brood.They crawl inside the shade of eve,Among the lanes which sombre grieve,For bidden was the restless slaveTo rove the soil and dread the wave.They come from fiendish lawless place.Without a name; without a face.Nine Rings they got by snare and guile,Delaying demise for so a while.And bound they were beneath the Moon,These fated ghosts that make one swoon.They seek a little furtive lad,Whom sundry griefs shall anguish sad.Behold, they bolt away in wreathing dust!Flocks of birds flee swift aghast.Pray, I wish hereafter luckFor humble folks, in mire stuck.
My sunlit verse, thou farest far.Aggrieved my wit, neath omen-star.Beside the Lords we stout remain,Content with joy and holy reign.The Vala sealed his merry countryTo save the dearest deathless gentry;Each peak he raised enormous higher,A hundredfold, so bade the Sire.His mighty host hath set a guardTo avert the fell and bar the marred.No demon shall again besiegeThe Immortal Kingdom past the Bridge.A bridge of mist and potent spellThee keepeth stray from hallowed Bell;Didst thou some honest deed,To atone in full for creeping greed?Alone thou art and faithful dostWhat oaths decreed, through slaying and blast.I would thou wert the storm to weather,Ere hither-shores are sunk deep nether.
Ah, the queer Abroad you seek to enquire!Of it speaks oft the blatant liar.Too fearful Hobbits stay inside,Recoiling pale at larger wide.We hear the tale of fainting shires,That gravely suffer evil fires,Or valiant wall they set to haltWhom noble loathe and hail as fault.The stony kingdom you shall findWhich many trust and bear in mindAs last defender of the earth,While wishing Men the hoped rebirth.Dwarven lots are rare to meet;Likewise Elves depart in fleet.The latter sail to never wane,Escaping time and future bane.I wager you might mend the illThat now ascends with eager willTo yoke the free and realms invade,Inflicting wound and wielding blade.
Once upon a glorious ageUsed the very worthy sageTo call the North as mighteous one,By rule of Heir and bravest Son.A king sat glad in graven throneOf such a polished fearless stone;Masons found sublime delightIn moulding ore and shaping right.Delved were towns and regal halls,Along with fortress, deep and walls.No common foe would venture thither,For bandits quailed; vile weeds that wither.Yet menace sprang from dreary heights,Spectral seat of ghouls and wights.A sword was drawn and shone aflame,Releasing swarms that order maim.And cold unchained an ancient fiend:Herald thence of scourging wind.Men were stormed and smitten down,Bequeathing doleful shreds of crown.
Thine enmity I treasureWith fondly welcome pleasureAs token of good sign,To banquet for with wine.We feast and sing content.We utter no lament.We hanker for a dream.We gravely hurt beseem.Thine enmity is burdenTo wearied guard and warden.Albeit honoured to resist,Fain might others us assist.Dark Lord, thee Men have learntTo loathe and hate, on regions burnt.On felon-deeds we weighed thy scheme:So fool of us thy words to deem!Thou now thinkest fell indeedTo wake thy gruesome phantom-steed.Defeat thou sawest plainly clear,Since Gold accursed thou holdest dear.
In guise of hell, as paled the moon,Blew fiercely strong a great typhoonWhich seethed across in utter ire,Boding death for lord and squire.Soon were sylvan reeds to mourn,Reduced in ash, by fire worn.Tried had hands to slay the beast,That ruin begot along the East.Darts could nought but sadly fail,Stayed by sturdy dragon-scale,And arrows flew in vain to fightThe approaching blast of blazing blight.Cries resounded, voices rose.Ills betided all in rows.Folly took a king for serf,Ruining halls of valiant Dwarf.Alas, misfortune did awayWith carven stone and chiselled clay.Therein a grave was dug profound;A beckoned monster; a flaring hound.
Heed the mage's word,By dreary wood or ford,While passing far beyondThe bound you cherish fond.Advice you need for sure,For odds are brought to fore,When sunset stretches long;When minstrels grieve in song.Orbs shall wester stillPast silent stellar chill,And days will fade away,Though ever not astray.Countless paths you'll tread,To darkness bound to head,Until the air is stifling smoke;Until the world is all a yoke.Fear is not to slow your pace.Courage lives on Hobbit-face.Fair enough shall deeds befall,If answered fine this story's call.
Forevermore shalt thou rest.A sleep on meadow ever-best.Too wild he burnt within thy womb.Too vast discord was set to loom.Thine incandescent kin insideYearned and flamed alight of pride.A son thou borest unto plight,Fated thence to rule in might.A glaring star was brought to life,Born from strain; apt for strife.Of jewels wright he came to be,Around the splendour-age of Tree.Amidst the Noon she chose to dwell,As Varda filled with glee her well;And Manwë blessed his land secure,Providing fain to wear a cure.Yet maids bewailed the Elven-queen.On green unstained she slumbered clean.Spent thou art, embalmed with care,Reposing faint, amaranthine-fair.
Behind the hedge we stay,So well and safe awayFrom peril growing boldAnd algid northern cold.Grey and sullen gotThis morn and lively lot,Since darker dreams occurred,When gaffers dithered bored.But Hobbits carry stillTheir merry busy mill,And odds import a littleAmong good fest and vittle.Dangers pry outside,Where vicious spirits glideAloft and very wild,Frightening the mild!Some gentle Men awaitAt outer border's gate,Patrolling lane and brookWith keenest eye and look.