Grendel

I am a descendent of Cain.

I bear the outcast mark.

I am driven insane,

by joy and those of stout heart.

I am a shadow stalker,

And a prowler of the night.

A grotesque mocker,

A creature of monstrous fright.

I attacked the mead hall.

From me none were safe.

Inhabitants I would mull.

I was the fear no one would face.

Then one day Beowulf came.

He ripped my arm away.

It was never the same.

For me, a bitter day.

My mother came to avenge me.

For the gross trophy she would fight.

No more would men be,

hunted by monsters of the night.