GrendelEvil by nature and slime of CainFrom men I drink the blood of the veinA heathen of pleasure in a world of grayTo anyone of heaven I will betrayThe devil's accomplice I follow thy reignLover of darkness I draw out at nightTo slain Hrothgar's men who dare attempt to fightThe trickle and stains of beautiful bloodPoor out of soft flesh like a fiery floodThen I swiftly crawl back in my flightI drag the dead men which I shredded and toreTo my deep dark lake on the edge of the shoreTheir blood drips down to leave a lustrous pathFresh scars and wounds to prove Grendel's wrathI slither into the wave on the search for my cav
This is beautiful, Trisha, and so much more conceptual than some of your other stuff, which is always a good direction to go in, I think. A+ and favorite.