Painting with Words – Beowulf
The dragon began to belch out flames
and burn bright homesteads; there was a hot glow
that scared everyone, for the vile sky-winger
would leave nothing alive in his wake.
Everywhere the havoc he wrought was in evidence.
Far and near, the Geat nation
bore the brunt of his brutal assaults
and virulent hate. Then back to the hoard
he would dart before daybreak, to hide in his den.
He had swinged the land, swathed it in fame,
in fire and burning, and now he felt secure
in the vaults of his barrow; but his trust was unavailing. (Beowulf poet, lines 2312 – 2324)
Beowulf poet, Beowulf. Translated by Seamus Heaney. New York: WW. Norton and Company, 2000. Print.