Beowulf Poem

The silver-sun floated above me

while I rested on the floorboards.

Looking around, fellow warriors and kinsmen

their bodies frozen from drink.

Then, I heard the gruesome gabble

of Grendle approaching. He woke

the hall-thanes and I gathered

my war tools. With one swishing swoop

Grendel crushed the castle gate and

rushed in lusting for souls. I went for an attack

with the demonic fiend distracted,

but the blade left not one mark.

Proud and mighty, Beowulf, son of Ecgtheow,

prowled into Heorot. With one thrust of his

burly arm, I witnessed the fall of Grendel.

Locked in Beowulf’s grip, the monster

released a ghastly groan piercing my ears.

I realized Grendel’s shoulder slowly unsewing

itself. Writhing in agony Grendel fled the castle

and along with fellow kinsmen I cheered for the monster’s departure.