“Far, over the seal's home came the Band of Beowulf
To the Caves of Redhoof
The Home of the Green Orcs.
Beowulf the Generous
Open Handed Prince of Men
was laid low on the rack of injury
On his bed of Pain He lay.
Eofor The Boar stepped into the breach.
He stood, hard under helmet and His heart sang within his breast.
Soon the field was steeped in blood
and the stench of gore rose in the nostrils of the crowd
Many Orcs were carried from the field only to return
Not so the sons of the Geat
Jethro Bashfest, that child of the enemy
that son of Cain, Rained blows upon the warriors of the North.
Proud Wiglaf first to fall!
Brave Wiglaf, heard to boast
"What need have I to turn my head?
My foes are before me and my brothers around me!"
Eofor the Boar
Eofor the brave
Eofor the first to score!
The Children of the Mountain were in disarray
Those Sons of Cain looked defeat in the eye!
But Hrothgar, slipped on gore
Slid through blood, and the ball was lost.
The greatest heroics of Aeschere were not sufficient
He was unable to hold the green tide
But Humiliation was avoided
Defeat was dodged
And next match Proud Beowulf will return”