The Death of Beowulf

Flitting through the forest Beyond the river’s edge Ethereal maidens of the Rhine Hair sprinkled silver Wings laced in gold And beauty surpassing divine

Dark waters flow silent Amid moving trails of red Along currents marked with defeat Beowulf – brave king Lay by the Rhine’s bank dead With slain dragon at his feet

“He was more bold than any Far and wide it was said,” Whispers one to another bereaved, “When Heimdall’s horn blows He’ll be the first to go To the Vigrid plain with sword unsheathed.”

Flitting through the forest Beyond the river’s edge Ethereal maidens of the Rhine Hair sprinkled silver Wings laced in gold And beauty surpassing divine

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