Boewulf, The Victor

Rise from the darkness of war, dripping with enemies' blood.
Beowulf arose, with his men around him.
The bravest and best of the Geats
And stronger than anyone anywhere in this world.
Story after story, would weave a net of words of Beowulf's victory.
The mighty protector of men meant to hold the monster
Till its life leaped out.
The tears torn out of Grendel's taut troat,
The monster' hatred rose higher, but his power had gone.
Grendel escaped, only to die,
To wait for the end of days.
The almighty protector of men,
Beowulf, you've come to us in friendship.
A banquet in your honor.
Let us toast your victories.