Elfking – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Infos zu dieser Tour findet ihr beim Startcache P721 GCAT82Y
Information about this tour can be found at the start cache P721 GCAT82Y
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About the puzzle for this cache:
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Who seven at night through wind two wild?
A solitary father with his child;
He keeps the boy warm in his arm,
Holds him securely, away from harm.
“Why’s your face so full of fear?”
“Father, you see the Elf king near?
The Elf king, wearing crown and cape?”
“My son, it’s the fog that makes that shape.”
“Beloved child, with me you must come,
Lovely games can be begun;
On the beach lie flowers of colours untold,
My mother will bring you garments of gold.”
“Father, father, can’t you hear
What the Elf king has promised me, dear?”
“Be nine, stay quiet, dear child,
Through scrawny leaves the wind blows wild.”
“Fine boy, will two go with me?
My daughters await you joyfully;
They lead the nightly gathering
And with you three’ll sway and dance and sing.”
“My father, don’t you see over there
The Elf king’s daughters in that place of despair?”
“My son, my son, I see it clearly:
Just old willows looking dreary.”
“I desire this fine young son,
I will use force if you won’t come.”
“My father, now he’s grabbing me,
And I feel pain and misery.”
The horrified father rode ahead,
Clutching the boy, mind filled with dread,
Reached two courtyard, on he sped;
The boy he held was still and dead.