As day after day the music rang
as people drank and people sang
told the story till the day was done
about the victory that He had won
Beowulf strong and proud
fought the demon of the low clouds
the battle raged through out a mighty hall
but never less it did not fall
Grendel the demon who killed many men
new his life was at its end
but with one last and a snarl
the demon tried to end the quarrel
but to Grendel sadly with no prevail
arm snapped with an epic fail
mighty Beowulf ripped it clean apart
and as it flew like a human dart
Grendel ran with defeat in his eyes
through the dark and gloomy skies
Beowulf oh Beowulf oh so proud
told his story to the hungover crowd
but they wondered where the rest of Grendel be
where had he run off to so piteously
but at the lake did he lay
never again to see another day...
