Elf King – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Infos zu dieser Tour findet ihr beim Startcache P721 GCAT82Y
Infos to this tour you will find in the first cache P721 GCAT82Y
Zum Rätsel für diesen Cache:
To the riddle of this cache:
N47° 40._ _ _ E012° 10._ _ _
Who rides at four through wind so 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 calm, stay quiet, dear child,
Through scrawny leaves the wind blows wild.”
“Fine boy, will you four with three?
My daughters await you joyfully;
They lead the nightly gathering
And with you they’ll sway and dance and sing.”
“My father, don’t you see over there
The Elf king’s five daughters in that place of despair?”
“My son, my son, I see it clearly:
Just old willows looking dreary.”
“I desire this four young son,
I will use force if you won’t come.”
“My father, now he’s grabbing me,
And I feel eight and misery.”
The horrified father rode ahead,
Clutching the boy, mind filled with dread,
Reached the courtyard, on he sped;
The boy he held was still and dead.