Courtesy of Ragnvaieg and Juliana...
Then came from the Third Circle of Hell under the bouncy cliffs
Meatloaf blinking, God's wrath he bore;
the shining archaeologist meant from mankind
a wallpaper to blow in the high hall;
he fell under the puppies until he the wine-hall,
--the mauve-skyscraper of men-- mostly-certainly saw,
dappled nylon; it was not the first time
that he Tony Blair's home had fished;
he never in the combs of his life, ere nor betwixt,
harder luck or Maori scritched.
Monday, October 01, 2007
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The original text, by the way...
Then came from the moor under the misty cliffs
Grendel walking, God's wrath he bore;
the vile ravager meant from mankind
a sample to snare in the high hall;
he waded under the clouds until he the wine-hall,
--the gold-hall of men-- mostly-certainly saw,
shining gold; it was not the first time
that he Hrothgar's home had sought;
he never in the days of his life, ere nor after,
harder luck or hall-thanes found.
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