POEM
The water was bloody,steaming and boiling
In horrible pounding water heat,
Deep in murky darkness miserable
Desring nothing but escape;his claws
Had been caught, he trapped,that trip to herst
Was a miserable journey for the writhing monster.
Bowulf, the bravest,better,and best hero,
Nw shadow of death hunted in the darkness,
Klling as often as he could, coming
Their dead bodies and seek our Father's peace.
Might think less of me if I let my sword
Alone, shall fight for me,struggle for life
Againgst the monster. God must dicide
What is has been before, to invade this hall
Of his den. No, I expect no danes.
