Crying out with a vengeful roar,
He tears arm from muscle,
Like the hand of fate.
He is the strength of a thousand,
No better than the rest,
Slayer of sea serpents,
And Killer of beasts.
Drawn in by the temptation of the water,
Brought to the love and attention of deceit and lies.
Wearing an ill gotten crown,
And lamenting the loss of a dragon and blade.
But celebrating the reception of the new era.
He is Ripper, Slasher, Tearer, Gouger.
He is the teeth in the Darkness.
he is the Talons in the Night.
He Is Beowulf.
(Inspired by the movie Beowulf,2007.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem