By moonlight over marsh and moor I fly

Enraged by Hrothgar’s revels

Enemy of my bloodline is man

Drunken mead hall minstrels


In Heorot, the hearth fire-light has died

The night is still, men sleep

I snap the dozing sentinel’s neck

Among the dormant creep


Snatching the sleeping forms from their beds

I devour their muscled limbs

Sinew from splintered bone I rip

Gorge on my gruesome feast


The ring-giver’s fealty-sworn band laid waste

No man can stand against me

Night after night I repeat my raid

Until my slayer I meet


© Barry Alexander

Doha 2015


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