Beowulf
Mortality
Dear Reader
Beowulf the mighty
In this Ballad I wrote of beginning of Beowulf and how the story unfolds. It shows that death comes when it want's not when your ready.
There once was a man
Tall and mighty was he
This man had a inconceivable plan
Then soon after this brilliant idea he set to sea.
He traveled through weather
Thrashing this way and that
The sea tossing and turning
Like the meed they’d drink from a vat.
Upon their arrival
To face a soon friends rival
They met in their path
A watchmen full of potential wrath
Helping a fellow King
They replied
Beowulf was full of Pride
Hoping to be received with arms open wide.
While the mighty sleep
The servants weep
For in the darkness of the halls
A slithering frightening Beast crawls.
With nothing to fear
The men slept in there mead
Knowing nothing of what was coming
Not knowing that they’d never leave
So while the men slumber
A dark force plunders
Planning their deaths
The raging storm thunders
Thirty men lay down to sleep
Dreaming of there impossible feat
Thirty men dragged out the door
Thirty men there are no more
Strangled and mangled
They met their fate
The sky hung low in the night
While this monster finished his late bite.
In the morning
Beowulf saw
The anguish of it all
Beowulf laid down the law
Soon he would find the beast
Killing him would be another victory
Then soon after they should have a feast
And a mighty time of celebrationDeath to us all vs. A Life Worth Living
Description: Death and life go hand in hand. Every few minutes a person dies, and every few minutes a baby is born. Mortality is the topic I choose. I wrote two poems. The first one is about death and I wrote it based on the Canterbury tales. In the tale when they talk about death having an appointment and the moral of the story is revealed. You can’t run away from death. The second poem is about Life and how death and how they can be gentleman if you let them be.
When you were a child
Fresh born from a new mother
We wished you good tidings
And place a bonnet on your head
Your mother looked down upon your sweet face
And wished you would never have to leave this safe place
But as she looked down she realized
She could not protect you at all
For death, he comes for us all
Eventually the dark will sweep you away
That why people always die on a rainy day
The rain is a silent way for the earth to say goodbye
Commending you for the life lived with a sigh
While the earth stood awaiting for you to come to bed
The loving child wept down on her mother's head
Always the good ones the preacher said
Her mother was gentle and kind
But death he comes for all, he doesn’t mind.
An appointments an appointment
People all the same.
Life worth living:
A life worth living
Isn’t worth living at all
Whether you're big, tiny, tall, or small
Life treats you all the same
Giving you nobody to blame
We shrug our shoulders
Screaming up at the sky
What is the point of holding up boulders
If you're too weak to cry
The world will keep spinning
Giving you no regards
While you keep sinning
Emotion continually bombards
It writes its name all over your face
Never the gentleman to wait till you find a quiet place
Life was never gentle or kind
Especially not when you found yourself in a bind
But a gentleman finally was he
He opened the door with a shiny new key
Life can be good or it can be bad
The difference is made when you decide fight or flight
Life is a wonderful gift
But death is just as swift
You have to decide what’s important in life
Dark Night Screams
I choose to do the diary entry. I wrote it from the perspective of a peasant or kitchen servant. Someone who would have been close enough to feel the fear of the situation and know the threat of death and just how close death came knocking. You never know how swift death is or the time you have left. Life is precious and shouldn’t be taken for granted our mortality is a bittersweet gift.
Dear Diary,
It’s dark and bitterly cold. The nights drag on and on but try as I might I can think of nothing but the lurking in the darkness. They tell us not to fear. That it will be alright. A hero is coming brave and full of might. I swallow my fear like a child who hides his face under the covers. It must be close to morning. My eyes try to adjust to the new coming light. Once again I have made it through the night. I can not say the same for dear Fredrick. The beast snuck away with him the night before last. It’s as if I somehow heard the stealthy footsteps of the beast. They haunt my dreams. I hear what I believe is Fredrick’s howls and screams in my dreams. I haven’t slept a wink. It’s almost time for the guests to be coming down to break our fast. The king plans to have a meeting. A right decent one that will address all the matters that plague our poor kingdom. For now I must bid you adieu dear diary for my place lies in the kitchen cooking and the day’s duties of bread baking and fetching water are calling to me. My mind is screaming to be occupied to not think about the ghastly things done to my dear friend.