Ofentse Mercy Hajane
Beowulf's Death - Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane
A warrior of might
swimming the seven deadly seas
to sieze eternal glory
A hero mightier than Hercules
A wraith more arrogant than Arcelues.
The descendant of the worth Geats
The child of Egcpoew the destroyer of
and worlds within
Monsters and enemies alike knows of his strength
and of his kingdom.
Alof were he learnt of might and
Sieged by greatness
No challenge bares hardship to his shadow.
Once he met a king
Plagued by a cunning demon towering
Making them a miniture neusense.
The son of the emperial king Wrothgar,
and the serpent dwelling in the cave
of dark wealth
Then the light of Beowulf shone upon
the land of Wrothgar
Horn to horn he battled the hulky Grandel.
Victory was his
The kingdom of Wrothgar,
lacking a heir
fell upon his shoulders.
But even the mighty heroes find it not at ease to battle the urge of manhood.
He too, unto his throne
With beareds begining to sparkle of
He dwelled under regrets,
A curse of his error
A curse of his desires
Thrushed upon him with a terror,
many though it had long perished.
A serpent of old,
Evil springing out from each of its scale.
Talons more fierce than a bear.
A dragon of terrible gold
With its wake came again his victory
The victory of the mighty warrior-king Beowulf
But with that a much greater price he
had to endure...
It came swimming in his veins
The sins of the fathers has yet toot a great warrior
The sins of the fathers
took Lord Beowulf
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