DUFFY 1

Julia Duffy

Dr. McCarter

Honors British Literature

28 January 2021

Beowulf Re Written

I left my dark marsh and crawled my way to Herot. I could feel the world tremble before

anyone even saw me. They feel me coming and run for hiding. Today is the day. I will kill off

those minions. They will scream out my name, but no one will help them. Nothing can stop me.

Not even God’s sent man. (Kenning) I head on my heels to the halls of Heort. (alliteration H) I

threw open the door, but I wish I had done it harder. They call themselves warriors, but their

terror disagrees. One by one I will kill them off. No one will be guest to make me rest. My belly

bulged but not big enough. (Alliteration B) I have plenty of room for each buffoon. Destiny has

decided these unfaithful little giants will rest uneasily tonight out of human’s sight. Little do they

know, by sunset tomorrow, they will no longer roam this great planet. Their little faces strung

with terror oh how little they know about what they are facing.

I swung at the first little Geat and something felt off I must say. He was caught in my

claw and I shredded his body. (Imagery sight) He struggled until he had nothing left in him. I

then slowly drank his thick, salted blood (Imagery taste) as it ran down my face out of the cup.

(Imagery feel) I chugged and chugged the little Geat’s blood until there was no more left and

moved onto the next. There was still a strange feeling in the air. I went for the next but before I

could eat him, I saw a strange shadow over my shoulder. He grabbed me as I grabbed a little

Geat I knew it may be a little too late. Something in my soul made me feel uneasy, but Satan’s

monarch could not be defeated. (Kenning) This no longer felt like the town I ruled. I could not
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terrorize myself out of this one. I wanted to flee, but that is not like me, so I fought stupid

Beowulf to continue my terror. I have been caught, I started to realize. I no longer wanted bodies

just my bed but instead, I may leave without my head.

We fought up and down that little hall. I was sure we’d bounce off a wall. Even if we

had, I doubt anything would fall because, after all, this building was built by the best of all. My

screams of terror, like never before, rang loud through those halls. Ear drums could burst at those

loud hollers. (Imagery hear) I could feel my soul being torn out of my chest. I think this was the

plan all along. Heaven’s favorite (Kenning) had me in his hands. (Alliteration H) If he wanted to,

he could send me back up there. Born from the sky but down low I would lie if tonight takes by

pry. The halls reeked of sodium from all the sweat and blood. (Imagery smell) Heaven’s favorite

was not letting go and before I knew he had a squad. One by one they’d pick me off until they

realized I was untouchable. They poked and choked but no one made a dent. They tried so hard

those stupid Geats but all of a sudden, I saw the gates. The only paws laid on me were those of

the almighty. How he did it I will never know but my kingdom he would overthrow. (theme) My

days may be numbered but I will never stutter. I tortured this town with terror for too long.

(alliteration t) This day will not define my legacy. Into a new world I will go but the damage I

left will always show. Healing won’t start for decades now. I left my mark on their heart. I saw

the hard way I could not fight the almighty and for once I did not feel mighty. Into my den I

could race but little did I know my existence had been erased. Shortly after I took my last breath.

Into darkness my soul came.

I awoke in a fiery kingdom. Hell is where I had landed. One arm is all I have. For

Beowulf had torn it from its socket. I watched Jesus’ reincarnation (Kenning) be worshipped in

the streets that day. People from far and wide just wanted to say hi to the man who took out
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Satan’s best friend. (Kenning) They all saw my body in its most sickening form. Down by the

river they saw by body torn. My body lies captive, but my soul lives on from way down south

where it is warm. These Geat’s must watch themselves. Beowulf is being praised like a king.

They already have a king but who am I to warn. I lay down under in my slumber. They are no

longer my worries. I have left them to him. In peace they shall live.

My poor mother lies in her misery. Her little boy has been ended and never again will she

nibble nuggets with her noble. (Alliteration N) In her soul, this will kill her. Revenge is what she

is after. Until she dies, my legacy will not. They must kill her off to ever save this city. I could

not imagine my poor, frail mother being seen as a terror, but her heart holds the key to terrorize

this town more than they’ve ever seen. Once again, they send Earth’s angel (Kenning) to save

them all from my wicked fist. This time, my mother is the demon. From down here, I can hear

her thoughts. She has no good thoughts only revenge. I cannot blame my sweet mother for what

this man did. He killed her baby and that is a sin. I can only imagine the fight she’ll put up

luckily, I have the best look. From down under, I can see their every step. The moment will come

that she will face him too. Hidden she’ll stay until that day where Beowulf grabs her soul too. I

can only hope she puts up a better fight but me almighty was taken down by his fist too. If the

fight ends like mine at least I will have my mom to rest with forever. I shall never see Beowulf

again as this isn’t where he is coming. I just hope she can outlive that well tamed monster. Down

through the fields, he will search for her, with a whole town behind him to rewrite history. She is

the last thing standing between them and freedom. Good luck mom, I know you will need it.