Wulfgar went to the door and adressed
the waiting seaferers with soldiers' words.
Beowulf arose, around him where his men
few remain with weapons
others follow along, under Herots steep roof,
Into the presence of Hrothhgar
standing in the hearth
Greet the Danes great Lord
"Hail Hrothgar" my King
Higlac my cousin;
days of youth, filled with glory
Grendels Name Echoes the land
Sailors bring us stories
Meat-hall, simply the best of them
Deserted and Useless
when the moon hangs in the skies the sun lit.
Now Light and Life flee togheter
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3 comments:
good job in this poem why don't u comment me back
kool poem. N TY 4 da comment, but stop calling me Pamela Anderson!
whoa dude! you know how to make a poem!!!LOL anyways your poem sounds awesome. Overall it sounds pretty good
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