"Grendel came, hoping to kill Anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot. He moved quickly through the cloudy night, Up from his swampland, sliding silently Toward that gold-shining hall."
"Grendel snatched at his first Geat He came to, ripped him apart, cut His body to bits with powerful jaws, Drank the blood from his veins and bolted Him down, hands and feet; death and Grendel's great teeth came together, Snapping life shut."
"Then he stepped to another Still body, clutched at Beowulf with his claws/ His mind was flooded with fear- but nothing Could take his talons and himself from that tight Hard grip. Grendel's one thought was to run From Beowulf, flee back to his marsh and hide there."
"The high hall rang, its roof boards swayed, And the Danes shook with terror. Down the aisles the battle swept, angry And wild/ The sounds changed, the Danes started in new terror, cowering in their beds as the terrible Screams of the Almighty's enemy sang."
"The infamous killer fought For his freedom, wanting no flesh but retreat, Desiring nothing but escape; his claws Had been caught, he was trapped/ The monsters hatred grew higher but his power was gone. He twisted in pain, And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder Snapped, muscle and bone split And broke. "
"The Battle was over, Beowulf Had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, But wounded as he was could flee to his den, His miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, Only to die, to wait for the end Of all his days. And after that bloody Combat the Danes laughed with delight/ Now, with the night's fierce work; the Danes Had been served as he'd boasted he'd serve them."