Post by The Joker on Feb 11, 2011 23:26:29 GMT -6
Okay, so for English we had to partner up and re-write a passage from Beowolf in our own words, but it still had to be in poem-ish form with fancy language and whatnot... Well, Taylor and I got really into it and were looking up sweet words in the thesaurus and whatever. I dunno, but I'm actually really proud of the end product. xD
My brave and boldest king
Approached me and bid farewell.
He explained how shield nor sword
Would be on his person if not for
The dragon’s vicious vitality.
He was the essence of that which
Makes a magnate, proclaiming as he
Left us that he shall conquer all
Who threaten his kingdom.
As he turned from us, sauntering
To the fire beast’s hoard, I beheld
The mark of valor upon his back.
Our battle-seasoned king charged
Into the molten den out of which
None had come before.
Our fearless baron raised his voice
To the heavens and pleaded
For the death of the monstrous intruder.
The fiend spewed forth its fiery rage
At its mortal guest who crouched,
Poised for the coming confrontation.
The poisoned inferno licked around
The edges of his armament, liquefying it
Into rivers of scorching iron. He plunged
His famous sword into the depths of the
Beast, shattering the black in the process.
Alas his triumphs ceased in relevance
And my mighty king fell from his throne.
My brave and boldest king
Approached me and bid farewell.
He explained how shield nor sword
Would be on his person if not for
The dragon’s vicious vitality.
He was the essence of that which
Makes a magnate, proclaiming as he
Left us that he shall conquer all
Who threaten his kingdom.
As he turned from us, sauntering
To the fire beast’s hoard, I beheld
The mark of valor upon his back.
Our battle-seasoned king charged
Into the molten den out of which
None had come before.
Our fearless baron raised his voice
To the heavens and pleaded
For the death of the monstrous intruder.
The fiend spewed forth its fiery rage
At its mortal guest who crouched,
Poised for the coming confrontation.
The poisoned inferno licked around
The edges of his armament, liquefying it
Into rivers of scorching iron. He plunged
His famous sword into the depths of the
Beast, shattering the black in the process.
Alas his triumphs ceased in relevance
And my mighty king fell from his throne.
