I was going thru my poem and found this.This is an epic poem that we had to write for Brit Lit when we were studying Beowulf. I actually got an A++ and the teacher wanted to publish it. (i'm not in school anymore btw) I dont think ive posted this before and if I have my apologies I did search my posts to make sure,oh and maybe i'll add some more to it sometime.




Lurking in the shadows
was something hideous and
barbaric. No man would
be able to stand up to
the terrifying monster.
It was said that this
slayer of men
would creep through the night
bringing peril to the town,
and gut his prey like a man
gutted fish.


The people of the town were horrified,
They could hear the painful wailing of the creature,
As it ripped and tore at men’s bodies,
During the nights of darkness.
The sun woke with the people,
And many looked plagued by fatigue.

Soon the villagers would start noticing
That things were missing.
Small ,useless things at first,
Then larger and more important things.
People tried hiding their treasures
that they so dearly valued.
Hiding them only tantalized
the monsters senses and made him want more.
And for this reason the villagers named him
Malice.

Malice haunted the people for years,
Each time someone would lure him in
With jewels, he bashed their face in
And ripped off his body parts. He was a creature
That came from hatred itself.

Then one day the head of the town
Called a meeting for all the townspeople.
The towns leader was an older man,
Graying hair, but he was not feeble,
He was a wise soul.
Mayor Greenburg was beginning to speak,
“Everyone has known how Malice has
Casted peril upon this town, and we have
Received word that the Good Stranger
Will be coming to us to try to rid us of Malice. If
He shall fail Malice will surely win and no one will occupy this
Town any further because Malice will surely finish us all.”
Days have gone past and no sign of the Good Stranger.
Everyone wanted to be released from
Malice’s grasp.

One turbulent night,as rain from the heavens
Thrashed upon roofs, everyone was inside
Their houses, but one. The person
Was hiding their face with a large hood,
The silhouette was of a very well built person,
And as the stranger stepped into the closest pub
And into the light,
People gasped and jolted up from their seats.
The one known as the Good Stranger has finally come
To their rescue.

People clapped and started to celebrate,
And the Good Stranger also clapped
And helped himself to a beer,
His hood remained on his head.
The guest of good would be staying
With the towns mayor tonight.
After most of the drunken men
Passed out in the pub,
He departed to the mayor’s abode.
But a little to early the celebration began.
They had not won against Malice yet,
And when morning came
A gruesome sight would lie in the village.

One of the village elders, Donald Deerstrung, nicknamed
Old Donnie, made his way into the pub, for his morning
Ale.
The scent of death had
Awoken his nostrils,
And as he peered up,
The walls were painted with
Crimson liquid.
The screams of Old Donnie
Were heard and the whole town
Gathered around.

Everyone was whispering,
Some even vomited,
And added to the stench
Inside the pub.
The Good Stranger
Made his way through
To the front of the crowd,
And the swarm of people
Fell silent.

“A horrible thing has been happening
Here.” The good knights voice was lighter
Than a man’s voice, but was also sturdy
And firm. “We will not surrender to Malice’s
Work of hatred. We will succeed,
And Malice’s weakness shall
Be revealed!”

Everyone rejoiced in the square,
And that night, the battle would begin.
The moon was full, and wolves howled
In the outskirts of town. Fog was illuminated
By the moon’s guiding light, and suspense was in
The air.

The Good Stranger lured Malice in with
An abundant package of fine jewels.
He laid them out and scattered them around him
So he was in the middle.

Trees began to move,
and the noises of the night
Became silent as Malice,
Stalked his way through
And saw his prey.
This creature of the night
Came right up and reached for
The skillful stranger
Was scooped up by Malice,
Malice did not know what was
Coming next, the stranger
Took out what Malice liked most.
And Malice dropped him,
As the hooded one
Dangled a necklace of pure gold
in front of Malice’s face.
Malice was too slow to grab it,
And instead he scooped up the jewels
And gifts from the mines
That were on the ground,
And started off,
Forgetting about his prey.

So, the well-built knight followed,
Malice to his stronghold,
Deep into the murky mists
Of the forest,
And inside a sinister grotto.

The cave dweller was surrounded
By treasures of turmoil,
And was basking in the things
He so easily obtained.
The hooded knight
Reached out to steal a ruby.
Malice’s attention was
Diverted and he ran after the good willed one.

And so Malice chased the knight
Through the forest, but
When the grotto exploded,
And everything collapsed,
And the treasure was gone,
Malice stopped chasing,
And the knight watched Malice,
And knew what was too happen next,
Malice, wailed in defeat, for
What he had was now lost,
Fury rose up in him,
And he crept toward the Good Stranger.

Heaven’s saint unsheathed his sword,
And ran to Malice, but Malice
Was on the ground, sorrow welling in his eyes,
This hellish creature had emotions as well,
And for a brief moment the cherished one
Felt for this hideous creature,
But he came here to do what he had to do,
So he raised his sword,
Looked into the creatures eyes,
And Malice was executed.
The stranger brought Malice’s body
Back to the town,
For proof that they were rid of Malice,
As the townspeople gathered,
and gasps were heard.
Everyone’s gaze was on the knight,
Who’s hood had fell off,
And the one who was standing in front of them,
Who had been the one who saved them,
Was female.