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.
The original text, by the way...
ReplyDeleteThen 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.