PO3M!

How fierce, could have come with a man's strength,
Smashing their shining swords, their bloody Hamer-forged
Blades onto a board-headed helmets
Slashing and stabbing with the sharpest of points
The soldiers raised their shields and drew
Those gleaming swords , swung them above
And their helmets where they'd lain when the terror took hold of them
To save her life she moved still, faster
Beowulf and his band had been given better beds
They'd trade deaths, Danes and monsters, and no one had won, Both had lost
On those shores, refuses to save it's life in that water
Isn't far, nor is it a pleasant spot
When the wind stairs and storms, waves splash toward the sky, as dark as the air
Grendel's mother is hidden in her terrible home
Heaped up ancient treasure, will reward you for the battle you win