Beowulf's Saga

In Geatland bold, a hero rose,
Beowulf his name, the tale it goes.
From shores of home to Hrothgar’s hall,
He heard the call, he’d heed them all.

Raise your horns, sing of glory,
Beowulf's brave, enduring story.
In the halls of kings and battle's fire,
He forged his fate, through realms dire.

Grendel came, a monstrous plight,
In Herot's heart, he struck at night.
Beowulf sailed o'er the sea,
To end the fiend and set men free.

With grip of steel, he faced the beast,
Tore limb from limb, the feast did cease.
Yet darker threats lay still in wait,
A mother's wrath, a dragon's fate.

In murky depths, the mother dwelled,
A vengeful heart, her fury swelled.
Beowulf dove into the deep,
To claim his victory and peace to keep.

Years did pass, a king renowned,
Yet one last foe would bring him down.
A dragon fierce with breath of flame,
Beowulf faced his final claim.

In ancient halls his deeds remain,
A hero’s song, a timeless strain.
Beowulf's name in saga lore,
Lives evermore, forevermore.