Grendel is a hideous swamp monster

She loathes the Danish and its royalty

At night the Danish may live no longer

When Grendel says she is very hungry

 

She searches for her lunch in the great hall

Where thirty men have gone soundly to sleep

She devours all whether short or tall

Like a wolf would an unprotected sheep

 

Beowolf doth arrive in the next morn

He aids in the kings pursuit of Grendel

Yet again she comes but only to scorn

At Beowolf who doth make her tremble

 

They brawl in the hall as she tries to flee

A severed arm is waved in victory