Midnight sun bids Mars farewell

Retreats from charging dusk

Mountain's echo curfew's bells

Signal ending tasks.

They place their faith in oaken doors

cower in candle light.

The panic seeps through bloodstained floors

As Grendel stalks the night.

As the walker seeks his meals

Prepare the funeral pyres.

The shapeless songs no longer heals the fear

Within their eyes

their eyes...

Wooden figures - pagan gods -

Stare blindly across the sea.

Appeal for help from ocean fogs

For saviours born of dreams.

They know their lives are forfeit now

Priestly heads they bow in shame.

They cannot face the trembling crowd

That flinch in Grendel's name.

As Grendel leaves his mossy home

Beneath the stagnant air

Along the forest path he roams

To Hrothgar's Hall so fair.

He knows that victory is secure

His jaw will testify.

His claws will drip with martial blood

As moonbeams of the sky.

Silken membranes span his path

Fingerprints

Elegy

Denizens of twilight lands

Humbly beg him through.

Mother nature's bastard child

Slunned by leaf and stream

An Alien in an alien land

Seeks solace within dreams

The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue

Maligen with marking hawk.

Beguiling Queen her innocence

Offends his icy heart.

... in silence

bewitched by the reptile's spell.

Sulphurous essence

peroads round the grassy dell.

Heroes awaits him

like lamb to the butcher's knife.

Stellular heavents

ignore even children's cries.

Screams are his music

lightning his guide.

Wrapped in the darkness

death by his side.

Chants rise in terror

free round the oaken beams.

Flickering firelights

portraying the grisly scene.

Warriors advance

prepared for the nightmare foe.

Kids are the sacrifices

even their hearts must