III. Ancient Tale Of Valor

In a time of warlords and kings there lived a man of

unrivaled power

Might the likes of which none could match, he fought

without the need of weapon in hand

Scandinavia, cold harsh land which he called home

Beowulf was his name, he was the hero of the northern

realm, his legend grew strong

Further to the south there ruled a king named

Hrothgar

Favored by the fortunes of war he was revered

Many followed this noble leader to enter his ranks

And in time his army grew to one mighty force

So his mind would turn to new ideas

He would build the greatest hall in all the world

It would be his throne room where he'd rule

And dispense gifts to all the good people of his land

Unbeknownst to the great king a demon from the

banished lands

Began to prowl the hall, soon many would fall

Grendel would bring havoc and destruction to them all

Each night brought a new attack, the king's army tried

to fight back

Death was their reward, through deadly wounds blood

poured

Grendel was impervious to hammer spear and sword

All seemed hopeless as none could stop this beast

News traveled all across the land

Far away our hero heard the tales of what went on

The time for vital action was at hand to slay the

beast

With fourteen men he then set sail south across the

open sea

To Denmark, to Heorot, to the joy of the mighty Danish

king

His arrival brought joy and happiness

Finally hope had arrived

Beowulf vowed to bring an end to the beast

And avenge those who had died

Grendel showed up later that night, his mind still set

on ruin and carnage

But much to the demon's surprise

The hero of the north was ready to fight

Savagely they fought

Filling the hall with disaster

But when morning came

Beowulf was cheered as people celebrated his victory