Kid Beowulf: The Blood-Bound Oath

Kid Beowulf: The Blood-Bound Oath — page 9
KID BEOWULF Beowulf felt the battle waning his mood was growing dim She was stronger she was faster his chances far too slim Then amidst the hoard his fingers caught a glance A pommel A hilt A sword He gripped a new lance Forged in Weyland's fires before the earth bore iron or men Nagling an ancient sword was made for gods to wield and defend Beowulf took that well made tool he got up and stood his ground The sea hag swiped a claw his way He struck once and she fell in a mound