A tale of Beowulf, Bairn of Ecgthew aethling of the Geats, firey focus of fable. Victories many, bought with bounty of blood. Twin monsters, Grendel’s mother and her child in the Scylding’s land, brought low by sin Time’s riverbed, flows fleetingly fast Until old king Beowulf, Bairn of Ecgthew starcross’d lord, dreaded day of his death faced a dragon, and greatest of god’s Geats slew it quickly, protecting his land.

Ancient tale, fable of forefathers of ancient prose, dense deep and dire. Modern readers, ancient knowledge gone will struggle much, History held in the heorot cannot help them, since a heorot they lack. thus unendowed, no strength for sound struggle Will then fail, no meaning to them.

Knowledge of the past, if that ye seek so ye desire, long lost lore read knowing well, a challenging battle Hazy and difficult, to enlighten yourself but expect not, golden rings from the lord facing the challenge, of this ancient tale.