Grendel's Last Stand: A Night of Fury and Fate at Herot Hall

It was a dark night, A busy night, Such an unusual night. ​(Alliteration)​ ​I was awakened by the sound of music I growled out in agony as I made my way from my swampland toward that ​gold shining hall​ (Visual)​ ​I swiftly ​overt ​(Vocabulary​)​the swinging metal doors (Alliteration)​ ​as I arrived my anger and hatred for Hrothgar's men accelerated. I was hungry and the thought of them being gleeful shook something within as I snapped with the urge to feast on his men.

I snuck in with ​celerity, ​(Vocabulary)​ ​as I crept down the bright hall I seen his men slumbering I ​eschew ​(vocabulary)​ ​from waking each of them. The Herot steadily begin to be murky ​(Vocabulary​) ​as my eyes became ​Verdant ​(Vocabulary)​ .​

I charged at the first lanky man I laid eyes on quickly gripping his shirt which reeked heavily of ale dangling him in the air as he gasps for an ounce of breath ​(Olfactory)​ ​I felt his thick veins pumping between my fingers as I squoze his neck causing it to snap within seconds from his broad shoulders ​(Tactile)​.

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His body dropping with a thud caused all the geats to wake up and screech in fear (Auditory​). ​As I approached the next body I bolted the man up and sunk my sharp gruesome teeth in his neck until the walls of Herot begin to shake I saw Beowulf in the corner of my eye swinging his sword with purpose causing me to stumble over my trotters I am the ​“Shepard of evil” ​(Kenning) ​“ Guardian of crime” ​(Kenning)​ ​yet I have met no creature on earth with glorified steel ​(Kenning)​.

Immediately becoming anxious about failing my mother, knocking me out of my thoughts , ​Beowolf launching at my face spawned me to taste the coated iron blood on my swollen lips ​(Gustatory)​.​ I was fighting for my freedom but I seemed to find no escape. With another thrust, my head was forced pressed on the golden see-through floor as memories rushed back to me all my sins washed over me the lives that I've taken due to misunderstanding one last final look at Beowulf the mighty protector of all creatures alive, is going to be responsible for my death as his blade servers my arm. I can feel the unbearable pain while my bones are cracking. As I run back to my lair where I wait for my lonely days to come to an end.