The Song Of Beowulf Reborn Poem by Ofentse Hajane (The Dark So'tho Seer)

A warrior forged in might,
He swam the seven wrathful seas,
Not for coin, nor for kingship,
But to seize eternal glory in the name of men.
A hero mightier than Heracles of old,
A shadow more haughty than Achilles,
Yet borne not of Olympus,
But of the iron-blooded Geats,
Themselves a lineage feared by gods and beasts.
Son of Ecgþeow, breaker of realms,
Who shattered both the seen and the unseen.
Monsters, fiends, and fire-born foes
Knew of his might,
Knew of his name.
He was taught beneath the iron sky,
Where sword met bone, and fire bred courage.
Where greatness laid siege upon the soul—
And Beowulf rose, unyielding.
No trial bore weight enough
To bend his shadow from its course.
Then came a king, Wrothgar the weary,
Whose golden hall was darkened by a demon—
Grendel, hell-born, kin of Cain,
A fiend of cunning and brute.
Men were as toys to him,
Flesh crushed to silence.
Born of a serpent-mother dwelling deep
Within a hoard of cursed riches.
Then shone the light of Beowulf,
His voice a storm, his hand the tempest.
Horn to horn, fang to flesh,
He grappled the beast with no blade,
Tore sinew from its limb,
And broke the silence with victory.
With no heir to Wrothgar's hall,
The burden of kingship fell upon his shoulders.
And so he ruled,
Crowned not just by gold,
But by honor,
Though even the mighty cannot flee
The demons men birth within.
Time passed.
His beard silvered like moonlight on the sea.
Regret grew in his chest like an ember,
A sin not of war,
But of desire.
A curse forgotten awakened once more,
A dragon, scaled in greed,
Ancient and vile.
Its breath was flame,
Its talons cursed with ruin.
It rose from gold,
And with it, doom.
One final time, the hero stood.
Steel in hand, death in the wind.
He struck down the serpent,
But its venom ran deep,
Through marrow, through soul.
Thus fell Beowulf,
King of men, bane of monsters.
The sea carried his breath to the gods.
Not by blade,
But by blood,
The sins of the fathers took him,
As they take all men born of war.

By O.M Hajane (The Dark So'tho Seer)