ANFSCD - Monster Poem: Sea Serpent King

And now for something completely different: a monster poem I wrote for an assignment in high school. I know it has nothing to do with gaming, but I thought I would post it on the blog to share it since I think it is fairly good. Enjoy.

Monster Poem: Sea Serpent King

Daneland aback, Edgetho’s son, amongst his brave men, was traveling across the mighty sea, to home Geatland, with tales to tell and treasures to share. But high up in short distance, the clouds were dim and wind was fierce - an unpleasant sight to the weary warriors. 

The lightning stroke a colossal black wave and a roar of a fiend was born in the thunder: a great scaly beast was approaching from under. The men were to panic, but the hero stood calm, gripping his sword. With a look of a slayer, he leaped off the ship, slicing deep through dark waves. The terror of sea, the evil unslain, swam closer and closer aiming to end Geatman’s fame. With horn of white steel and hell devil’s eyes, with scales like Danes’ shields and spiked tail of demise, the great beast attacked - so swift for its size - and caught Beowulf off-guard, sending him from sea depth to the skies. The Geats were in shock, they trembled inside. “Could this be the end?” was heard from aside. The waves took him back. The hero, enraged, came crushing on top of the monstrous sea-snake. He stabbed and he slashed at the scales - could not pierce, his anger was getting even more fierce. The fiend did not notice and continued it’s thought - the target was treasures, cargoed on the Geatmen’s boat.

Beowulf, climbing on spikes, got close to its head and seized the great horn with all his uncommon strength. The king of all snakes and the master of sea felt the tight grip, and wildly roared, swinging his head to free from the clasp on the fatal spot. Edgetho’s son, holding tight on the horn, pulled it with all his might. Feeling last strain, he ripped it from the head of the snake along with its brain. The Geats cheered and sang while the beast gave its breath - no more will this creature cause sorrow and death. Beowulf held his new prize up high: waves turned to calm, and the sun, through the clouds, banished the darkness from the blues of the sky. All bruised and with scars he was aided aboard, the evil of sea is a danger no more.