One of my favourite characters from Beowulf :)

It's grim up North; cold.

April, Hrothgar in his hall

Wraps himself in furs.

Better to be dead?

When gloomy suns light grey skies.

Boo, bring me some mead.

Grendel, hungry, leaves

springtime swamp, spring in step; Danes!

Nom nom nom nom nom.

The End

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