Beoraven - a tribute to Beowulf and Beocat :P

[Psimon]

Bold Beoraven, filthy fledgling of Ecgthsquawk,

Doomsayer of Hrothgar, above whose high halls

he hovered, hunting, hurtling earthward

when the killing mood was upon him.

Night time, the demon-hour, was his way,

this wary war-bird, whistling wings of death-dealing

bringing blood to claw, and caws and chaos close behind,

only to return to royal raven-rest, requited.

 

Then boasted Beoraven, horrid winged warrior,

bane of barrow-beasts, black omen-bringer,

“If hand of man unhasped the heavy hall door

And freed me to enter ere that fluff-fiend fled,

I would peck his pupils from their purring purse,

laying low with lethal claw the crafty kit.

Fur would fly and foe would taste death.

Then would I, Beoraven, feather-friend to none,

take that gold-braided collar-band, burnished neck-belt,

from my fallen foe and fly.

 

But slumber-snores resound through Hrothgar's hall

and hell has held hand from hasp.

Mead-minded men! Fate has seen fit

to shield the shaggy hearth-cat of Hrothgar.”

Thus spake the kitten-killer, hunter of hall-purrers,

dark doom-dealer, greatest of the Geat-spawn.

 

© 27 April 2005

[Peredhil]

Laughing out loud

The pendantic Peredhil

Heralds the hallowed addition

Of the Eddic rip-off.