beowulf,
beautiful wolf.
stride through the pages,
young once, no more
mine than your own.
shake out your mane
all to trembling,
tear the monsters from the walls.
young once, no more
years eat youth like pages,
beautiful wolf.
pages bearing gifts,
gold and gilded rings
and swords, swords, swords.
kneel humbly,
beowulf.
let the sword cut down
first the monster
then the mother
then the dragon
then the reader
then yourself,
beautiful wolf.
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