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BEOWULF THE MIGHTY WARRIOR GEAT

Beowulf the mighty geat sailed across the seas, on long ships made of Oak.  Sturdily built he landed on the shores of The Danes to meet Hrothgar and to drink in his most hallowed hall Hearot.

The Malevolent Grendel who lurked outside, a hideous beast of grotesque birth.  Beowulf would rid Hrothgar of his dark torment, all that was left was the wretches arm Beowulf the great they hailed.

Of the story of Breca, who swam the winter seas of frost and snow.  Breca was triumphant, but Beowulf boasted as you swam I fought many serpents of the sea, slicing them leaving their dead corpses crimson on the sea bed.

Many years and many battle passed old and weary with the world, the mighty warrior takes on one last demon.  The worm of the skies, this torment his own.  Fighting the dragon in the graying black skies, he fought the beats and sundered it ripping its heart bloody and beating.

But their the great warrior king fell, to Beowulf the fearless the mighty warrior king.