A poem I did for my English 12 class, I used iambic verse, epithets and alliteration, and there was no rhyme allowed.
It is set to go along with Beowulf, in the battle of Grendel's mother (verses 1383-1685 approximately), not movie verse.
By the Sword of God
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Swiftly after the, spawn of Satan.
Geat and Dane warriors, rode hard alike.
Spears rose, toward the gloomy firmament
Glinting like dull, stars in the darkness.
Finding that blood, discolored lake,
The Geat Prince, with borrowed blade
And helm dove, into evil waters.
Wicked beasts, and serpents tried to
Pierce his heart, to prevent his plunge.
All were defeated, only for
Beowulf to be, dragged down by
The wrathful, mother of Grendel.
Into a great, underwater hall,
Illuminated in, a crimson glow.
Taking out, Unferth's sword and
Whipped it at, the water witch.
Her hide, indestructible the sword
Now useless hit, the ground the helmet
Followed in the, subsequent struggle.
Hands wrestled with claws, all lost
Until Edgetho's son, shown by God
Witnessed the ancient, weapon of giants.
Hanging from the wall, it's glittering
Hilt taken in hand. He struck.
Killing the kin, of Cain the mighty
Sword scattered, by sinful blood.
The warrior returned, to the city
Herot and his, mourning comrades.
Soon rejoicing, for the hero
Returned triumphant, handing,
The remaining, hilt to the ruler.
Given by the Almighty, and now
The coveted keepsake, of keen kings.
