Upon Beowulf's Trail

Upon Beowulf's Trail Dare I attempt to travel upon Beowulf's trail slay dark beasts and sweetest glory seek. Walk within deep shades of both Heaven and Hell sword protecting innocent, lame and meek. Sing under stars the night's great moon gifts sleep in long shadows of giants among men. Telling epic tales of fierce battles that uplifts hearts, souls and spirits until time's end. Where to now find fiery dragons on the prowl or evil tyrants using darkness to destroy. Hell's raging anger brought by beasts most foul rescue fair maidens, so alluring and coy. Could our world again, offer such heroic tales as Beowulf's slaying Grendel singlehanded. Are we mere remnants of former warrior's shells and just shadow ghosts now falsely branded. Seeking victories, matching heroes now long dead a quest noble or on fool's errand it may be. Should I be content to sing under stars instead and let my heart dance on, just being free. Dare I attempt to travel upon Beowulf's trail slay dark beasts and sweetest glory seek. Walk within deep shades of both Heaven and Hell sword protecting innocent, lame and meek. Robert J. Lindley, 12 -27-2015 Note- Had a dream, could not sleep, woke three a.m. to pound out this inspired write Honor those long gone that once protected, the lives of the innocent, lame and meek pray they now rest in their comfort six feet deep.