Beowulf and the Banshee
Passing only two years,
found are the hero and
his earned son.
Peaceful were the Geats, but
found again a foe.
An unnatural invader in
a peaceful land. A disturbance
in the peace. A call
to arms for a prince and king
A call not to be unanswered
A she-beast of many
tales, feared by all mortal and im.
She who`s scream pierces all`s soul.
Should her gaze meet yours
may death find you alive
Fear held neither
the king or prince, as
they greeted the she-beast.
her ghostly blue robe and
rotten, peeling skin.
fierce was the battle,
fought with courage and patience.
impatient Wiglaf`s memory
knows not of the she-beast`s
cursed gaze and meets it.
His son, no more with a soul,
and he, without a sword, Beowulf
tears out her throat , to speak no more
and filled her eyes with it,
to see no more.
A soul no more with Wiglaf lay,
so with the power gained from
victory, a father trades his soul with
son. A king is born, while hero dies.
bonded forever, as one.
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