“Attend

Over the Gannets bath came the band of Sharpe,
Those Sons of Chaos,
The children of disorder,
To the Golden Hall,
Feast Home of the Danes.
There to meet them,
The men of Beowulf,
Ring giver, Prince of men.
His band around him,
Hard under helmet.

Soon the contest was joined,
the test was upon them.
Among the sons of the North stalked death,
and pain was their companion.
Boastful Helmut, he of the saw
fell first to the claw of Harper,
So too Othere beloved of the crowd
fell before the Horns of the Minotaur.
Aeschere fell into darkness,
The ministrations of the healer,
The skill of the nurse
returned him to his boon companions.
Over the field of blood,
across the pitch of gore,
cantered the men of Sharpe
Those sons of chaos.
And bitter defeat
was the portion of The Geats.



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