1 Then, in the midst of rejoice and celebration,
One boy, recalled to himself
Moments when he glimpsed the malicious monster’s menacing acts nights ago:
“When I went to sleep beside my mother, the moon gleamed greatly
5 Through the open window.
The breeze bellowed, blowing onto my face, but then,
It was all dark, the light disappeared, the wind blocked, beating my eyes open.
And right outside my safe-keeping house, stood a loathsome beast,
Blood, dripping from His jaw, sparkled in the moonlight.
10 Moaning, the monstrous creature pounded on the earth,
Striking the massive tree, the one
Which let me climb its trunk, taking it to throw.
At that time, with my my heart broken,
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She awakened, aware of the hard-hearted horror,
She was frightened too, fearing at the sight of that being,
But she gave me all she could.
Then I thought about my boastful father,
20 One of the strongest Danish warriors in the village. He gives all of his honor to our king, Hrothgar,
The faithful ring-giver, pleasant and hoary.
My father once told me:
“Carry courage on your back, and never lose faith in the Lord,
25 And you will be destined to reach great heights.”
At that moment, I decided to follow his wise-words and did not fear
That horrendous beast.
Then, the monster stirred, Grendel, the evil being, a murderous demon,
Always attacking against Almighty’s wishes, ran close to Herot.
30 Clamor and chaos interrupted the silent, sleeping night, Each man roused to confront the devil. In the distance, that high-spirited hall had it’s door thrown open And Grendel smashed in, returning outside With blood splattered all over him.
35 Shuddering, I held a brave heart close to me and
Watched the repulsive scene,.
As the vicious monster bursted into high-honor Herot again
He stayed in, fighting the forceful, fearless,
Strongest man on earth,
40 Beowulf, who used his bare hands to defeat the rank …show more content…
Then, victory rose from the defeat of the writhing monster,
45 Who seized its scarce opportunity to return to its loathsome lair. Poor Herot’s walls and corners, was thrashed open in the bloody combat,
Leaving Grendel’s honed claws, trophies of triumph hanging from the roof.
Boastful Beowulf with his comrades, came from Geatland,
Giving their generous help to us disturbed Danes,
50 They purged Herot and our land from the vile, vicious being.” Then the boy, surrounded by crowds of mead-drinkers, Feastful foods, storytelling scops, and King Hrothgar, a treasure-thrower,
Sitting on his throne at the far end of the harmonious-hall,
Thought about his fierce-father and heroic Beowulf’s astonishing actions”
55 “And I still think about my father, Killed by the dreadfully disastrous demon When he fought it, but could not stand
Because of many fatal war-wounds. Roaming in the halls of heaven,
60 He watches me, with his wistful eyes and
Wishes to come back.
His advice and accomplishments that he acquired
By attacking on others for the Danish rule, Will aid me in achieving similar acts as