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Walking proudly in the streets smiling to those I see.
Knowing the strength in me is unmatchable.
I have over come many obstacles in my life.
Seen many deaths to last a lifetime in such a short time.
Destroying many beasts and monsters.
Brought fame and wealth to me with each life I took.
Yet I feel something is missing…
I need something greater to bring more glory to me.
So after I am gone and my body is decomposed my bones crumble to dirt; that those who still have life will still remember me for forever.
For that is true glory and fame if you are remembered for eternity.
Helping an old family friend of my father’s I travel a great distance to his land.
Hoping this beast will give me what I have been searching for.
They call me a hero for my actions, killing the evil that walks this earth.
But that is the right thing to do, for why should evil conquer the good.
We grow to learn at a young age that good always destroys bad, so far that has been true in my case.
In my heart I fear it might not always be the case, though I never will show it to my men or anyone else since that is a sign of weakness and I am not weak.
Yet that feeling still lingers in my conscience…
I have suppressed the emotion for many years and trusted my strengths instead.
Now in his land I come to destroy this monster that hunts at night and kills those who are sleeping or drunk.
What a coward to kill those who are defenseless and vulnerable.
No matter the case he will die tonight.
Setting a trap for him I see his weakness, fight with my brute strengths rips his arm off.
He runs cowardly away, to die alone.
Thinking the worse is gone we celebrate.
Ah the glory of a kill, it is good to be surrounded by those who admire you.
Does not all wish to be admired?
Then the beast’s mother comes and attacks in a fit of rage.
She is more powerful then her son, a tougher battle.
I almost thought my death would have come that night, but I won.
Barely won but nonetheless I did win.
Good battles, brought much fame to me over the years.
Now I have aged grown more wiser and respect my people more then just my fame.
Though I still enjoy the fame, I now know my people are my first priority.
Now a new beast to kill, one that breaths fire.
How could such things exist?
I take men with me, but the beast melted my sword.
The moment the fire breath touched the metal of my sword it melted like the sword held no power to such a heat.
My men except for one ran in fear, what cowards but cannot really blame them for their fear.
I was losing my strength was gone over the years it started to fade, this beast took the rest of it.
But that one warrior helped me destroy this fire dragon.
To late for me, my injuries to severe.
I died a warrior’s death, in the end no regrets.
Brought fame and glory to me and my ancestors before and after me.
Killed many, saved many.
Died protecting my people from the fire’s wrath.
That one warrior was brave and will do great things in his future.
Yes no regrets, darkness surrounds me and I feel relief.
A calmness, good-bye to those who will always remember me and my stories of my great battles.
Fame and glory can make you feel at ease for you know you will not be forgotten in this world even after death…


Writer's Note:
wrote this last year for junior english class...after we read Beowulf...i dont really like how i wrote this one...but figured since have Grendal on here should put Beowulf..only fair....hope enjoy it.....