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In Medias ResA night apparation, a single life taken,Challenge from something more worthy arises. Unarmed, unhindered, rips limb asunder: Slain, it flees, taken by the night. Defeated the son, the mother lays, Vengeance comes for Aeschere. Subhuman in mind, The Wolf takes steel and ends the storm. A boy, a peasant, a thief of the night Takes pride in unnoble acts of the sprite; Does enter into a lair that is golden And takes what he does not possess. The dragon, enraged, spreads wings of wrath, Swallows, engulfs, the city of fear. Ancient, The Wolf, the king of the Geats Must offer a final sacrifice. Years of fear at the hands of the demons, Heorot falls, a threat to ruin. Remains of the Danes lay scattered in unison, Fury of the metaphysical beings. Then for him prepared, the people of Geats, A pyre on earth, of stature unbeat: Hung with helmets, with shields of the dead, And armour, as he did request. They laid them in the midst the chieftain, Lamenting heroes, beloved lord; Began on the barrow the greatest bale-fire, Warriors to kindle. Wood-smoke arose. Thus bemourned all the men of fire Their lord's fall. His companions Swearing that he was, Of all the world, The most giving of all men, Protective of his people, The most eager for honour. |