24. Feb 2018, 11:22 Hallo Gast.
Willkommen Gast. Bitte einloggen oder registrieren. Haben Sie Ihre Aktivierungs E-Mail übersehen?

Einloggen mit Benutzername, Passwort und Sitzungslänge

Select Boards:


Autor Thema: Dismay and Sorrow  (Gelesen 203 mal)

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Dismay and Sorrow
« am: 13. Feb 2018, 19:16 »

Hither shalt thou bring of Arda the sorrow,
Thou dost just for the memory of tomorrow,
And also the woes and wounds of our time, and profound dismay,
Do not dread unjust evil or envy, and may endurance be borne through thy lay.

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Re: Dismay and Sorrow
« Antwort #1 am: 14. Feb 2018, 22:48 »
Magic is might and burden

GALADRIEL: Dismay and sorrow I have come to know,
Stain on glory, prowess, fall and triumph,
I drank from the cordial of grief in equal manner,
Sour taste, one that mars and stirs discord,
One that tears good apart and sows evil,
It stole the light of the Eternal Day,
Under whose rays I was born,
Within the sunny country of the Archangels,
This is ancestral lore of Arda, unknown to the most,
The witless mind would lose itself in such mazes, before such portrait.

Choir of Elves: Injustice and menace,
Curses and sins,
Clear from any plague,
In the land of Lórien,
Where naught decays.

G: To the shores of the suffering,
Grey shelter,
Cold harbour for the exiled,
Action was not possible without a toll,
To detach from the bliss,
To disobey divine wisdom,
We had to chase our foe,
Unto the ends of the world,
Retribution we needed and yearned,
My beloved ones, whom in great affection hold, did not last to see the end of the strife.

Choir: Alas, many woes and terrible loss,
She mourned, in centuries,
Borne with unfaltering defiance,
She hopes,
Her they await across the sea.

G: There, I met also love,
Attending the court of a thousand-year kingdom,
Greeted by the Silver Monarch,
One of those princes was to be my fate,
Together, we would go through the tides of the ages,
All was bound to perish, however,
Those jewels of incredible potency,
From whence all had beginning,
Brought about ruin and flames,
To my majestic mentor, of the kind of the Angels from paradise, farewell I bade.

Choir: War of wrath and justice,
The West such plight forsook not,
The emissary spoke at the behest of the two kinds,
A holy host sailed from the realm of the Powers,
Aid was given and for the Iron Crown was tragic epilogue.

G: Malice was not late to return,
One of the devils of the first Dark Lord,
Versed in treachery and illusion,
Minds he trapped in his snare,
A one-time empire crumbled overnight, for the pride emperor longed for the endless life under the heavens of Eä,
The earth was broken and shaped anew,
The nightmare of the tale had crafted artefacts of doom,
Rings of Power to be gifted to each lord and people,
The Eldar were sole and lone, seeing past the demon's true will,
The others understood not, seeking fame and rule, destined to turn into chained slaves.

Choir: For the sake of all,
Three Rings saw light without the atavistic vice,
Secure and sound in the hands of the Wise,
A last alliance was made, to undo the yoke of darkness,
The High King found sad demise and the line of Númenor wept its king.

G: Middle-earth lies not,
At the twilight of the third era,
Much has changed and shadows awaken from unseen pits,
Battle ignites a soil grown used to peace,
It is the closing chapter, as marvel from reality fades and vanishes,
The One Ring was retrieved from water and its master wants his craft back,
The wellness of the Golden Wood might be to cease, be it triumph or defeat,
Pray, may the valour of our bows be enough for the task,
But the shield of Lothlórien is me and I am its walls, not willing to give our green temple away,
Fool adversary, magic is might, and should you try to play with the arcane arts, I shall give minstrels much to sing about in epic lays.

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Re: Dismay and Sorrow
« Antwort #2 am: 16. Feb 2018, 00:57 »
In the name of the knight

The king of Rohan has been woken from treacherous sleep. He laments the troubles and worrying turmoil that his realm had to undergo, promising to give just retribution to those who worked for his subjugation, albeit them bearing the name of honourable knights.

Be gone from my halls, forked tongue,
Vile spirit as your deceiving advice,
Words of deceit, whispered and told,
Lies, spiteful hatred for a weakened ruler,
But weakened I was not, in truth,
For it was not illness which bent my will,
Reduced me into the manners of harmless beasts,
Forced to crawl and stagger,
So that the throne was made a gaol,
Within my golden halls, gem of noble forebears.

I saw not, I felt not, I did not,
Chained and trapped on my very seat,
While the green and fine of my country was set on fire and ravaged, laid waste and torn,
As the White Hand was to hold dominion on such forsaken lands,
Hay and farms burnt,
Suffering incessant cold rain, havoc and slaughter were our enemy's ruthless aim,
Such nasty ranks would not have advanced that much, had my foes had not some traitorous pawns at disposal,
Those who bear the glorious name of knights,
Impious and worst kind of subjects, who seek to hinder one's good,
Once flames will have been tamed, they shall be given the just and due.

Beside agony and sham riders,
In my absence, many grievous things,
My son has passed,
Fallen in the midst of the storm,
How could fate be cruel?
Which father survives his kin, if not the sorrowful one?
His sole memory I have left,
Mourning now on his tomb,
Covered by white that harms not nor makes us wail,
Resounding archaic chants of desperation.

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Re: Dismay and Sorrow
« Antwort #3 am: 17. Feb 2018, 12:21 »
In the name of the maiden

In the name of the maiden,
Fair as a pale morning of winter,
Used to harsh life and sorrow,
At the court of a decaying rule,
Serving a king burdened by magic,
In the grave hour of mayhem,
Ajar is the door, for woes to come,
Shall she draw her sword and fight?
Courage she never fell short of,
Hazard she faces directly and with no remorse.

Three heroes came to her royal home,
Guided by a wizard, white as clear snow,
Willing to free the monarch from the yoke,
So that Rohan had one last chance,
To withstand the oncoming storm,
Before it was too late to act,
For the common good and sake,
She was there, to comfort the fearful ones,
Expecting death to be near,
After the walls of the Deep were torn apart.

Nay, her realm asunder was not mauled,
For light broke through the rain and signalled that victory was theirs,
The vicious enemy lost,
Along with his fume-choked mansion,
Cleansed by furious roots and raging water,
The Horse Lords could then breathe fresh air and take a sigh of relief,
Partying for the triumph and honouring those who no longer were,
Yet, the tale was not to end that way,
When the marble-realm asked for the aid of the fast riders of the heath,
Surrounded by horrid devils and risking ruin.

You, maiden, rode and did go thither,
Whither the decent would have headed too,
Disobeying the command of the king,
For a just cause,
Before the gates of the City, of incredible deeds you were author,
To battle in the name of good and kind-hearted valour,
Agony you went through and unspeakable pain,
Necessary was that evil, though, in order to succeed,
A ghoulish lord of wraiths was vanquished and parted from his miserable robes,
Even in the dreary day, you never have failed.

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Re: Dismay and Sorrow
« Antwort #4 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.
« Letzte Änderung: 21. Feb 2018, 16:48 von Walküre »

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Re: Dismay and Sorrow
« Antwort #5 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.

Offline Walküre

  • Moderator
  • Hüter von Anduril
  • ***
  • Beiträge: 3.603
    • DieWalküre's profile on ModDB
Re: Dismay and Sorrow
« Antwort #6 am: Gestern um 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.