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Mayhap shalt thou live to see
The tragic end of oath and plea
Which wrought but doom and foil,
Paired indeed with rusting toil.
Funereal elegy sang and told
Of holy stones and Elven-gold
The very tale betiding,
Faring yond and there abiding.
On hither-strands of yore
Landed prince and noble dame.
Stained by guilt and gore
Foreboding clash and bloody game.
Evil chose the North as seat
In carven gaol and hopeless pit.
Cold wound coarse along the heat,
Where chains would grip to kill one's wit.
Green and joy lay hidden
In happy sheer plains;
Leaves by dirt were never ridden
Nigh hallowed sylvan lanes.
Near the virgin shore
Awaited mariners and ship,
And able wrights of oar
Revering great the ocean's deep.
Waters howl and foam.
Uncanny fog was laid on waves.
Devils wake from death and roam
Gritted dying caves.
Winding along, through shires of old,
Bound by heat and ancient cold,
As seas would split the world in two:
Half held by Power, half drowned by rue.
Foundering tides smote not thy course.
Thine ever-blue hath witnessed worse,
While drenching lands and gifting life
On starlit paths of wrenching strife.
My, spring has come so sudden!
Relieved will be the heavy burden
Plying the gentle with fatigue,
Who deems it well to work in league.
My, sun rises up and shades dispels!
Morning starts and toll the bells
For the jocund season to commence,
When only fools would part from hence.
Stupendous thoughts glide and billow,
And nourish much the saddened willow;
Acorn, sloe and berry,
To please one's taste and make them merry.
Gaze, foaled is day and happy dawn!
Of sorrows souls are thusly shorn.
Tilling soil in glee
Is very bliss of field and tree.
Abroad nights beseem to stretch
On worsted lonely wretch.
Yet wont we aren't to foreign ill,
Relying sole on fine home-skill.
Timeworn yet hale
Wanders he as northern gale,
Giving counsel of wisdom
To deeply worried fiefdom.
My, so fey a mage,
Deemed potent skilful sage.
A staff he bears and uses well
To lull the winds and tempest quell.
Ring the bell, gatekeeper!
Came the intruding sneaky sweeper
Inside wood-fences and quiet town,
To pierce one's heart and drag it down.
Phantoms we too have heard;
Beasts have screeched and fled the bird
Before such fiendish stranger,
Like fatal mare of ranger.
Bidden to search and seek,
For great scorn of harmless weak,
Something dear to darkling wills
Which folly stirs by eerie thrills.
Shadows fall upon the roofs.
Closer draw some running hoofs,
Willing much to claim their prey
Past tended fields and sun-dried hay.
Foes and ghouls have broken in!
Likeness none could ever win.
Passing plains and country brooks,
Thence rode in haste these vicious spooks.
Cry aloud and wide:
Today we chant in pride
The crownless sat anew
On kingly throne of brilliant hue.
Grand monarch of brighter days,
May you rest in songs and lays;
Shall we henceforth hail thee right,
As utmost paladin and knight.
Hear bells tolling trouble.
Hear dread consuming marble.
A black host is to advance
And begin of rueful death the dance.
Grievous sighs climb and swathe
Onto ramparts, wont to bathe
In radiant rays of full content,
As kings decreed and valour meant.
Strong southern bastion,
It is no doubt or question
That vicious foes you fight
From lowest gate to imposing height.
Demons seek dismay to sow;
Darkly colours go in row
And sail ahead to plunder ports,
Since guards no longer man their forts.
Walls might not resist the storm.
Evil takes so foul a form.
Desirous is the beast of tears
In tragic tell of ancient seers.
Ich bin auch relativ sicher, dass ich bereits welche erfolgreich geöffnet habe.Also wenn ich mit dem WB vom AdHk eine SuM 1 Map öffnen will, hängt sich IMMER mein WB auf.
