Poems: My Own
Poems: By others
Poems: Classical
Poems: Multilingual
Music & Songs
Stories & Myths
Links to Poetry
Submit a Poem
The latest


~ By Courtesy of Others ~



Dumb as dirt and twice as mean, such a son makes mother crazy 
Foul as sewers I have seen, ugly, loutish, large and lazy 
That's the child I've had to raise, what's a Mom to do? 
Drag him to our ocean cave, and stay to watch him too. 

Son of mine, you've been a disappointment since your birth 
Now I've got to bury you in this cold northern earth 
I know you would be sorry if you weren't so very dead 
But you never listened to a word I said. 

Everybody's got to rest, even I get tired and sleepy 
Sonny left our little nest on errands cruel and creepy 
Came back with a haunch of Man gnawed down to the bone 
Left each night from that day on, while I slept like a stone 

Vikings gathered in their hall, heroes all in war delighting 
When my Grendel came to call he was met with mighty fighting 
One among them took his arm, ripped it off for good 
Chased him to our ocean home and killed him where he stood 

When I found my wine was spiked, it was far too late to aid him 
Though there wasn't much I liked, I was often glad I'd made him 
So I must avenge him now, what's a Mom to do? 
If he was yours anyhow, I bet that you would too 

© Kathy Mar & Leslie Fish. All rights reserved.

Grendel (part two) 

Backhand blows and trust betrayed, teach a son to love his mother 
Cursed be he and she that made, less a man than something other 
Hellbent have I been since birth, damned for father's sin 
Hating all I stalk this earth, leave havoc where I've been 

Mother, dear, I know I disappoint you, I don't care 
All I have to thank you for are long years of despair 
You tell me that you love me now that my poor life is done 
but I don't believe you'll miss me when I'm gone 

Mother snores while Grendel creeps out for sport and bellyfilling 
Hunting rabbits in their sleeps, such as they were made for killing 
I the one to teach them fear, I the one to slay 
Satan's laughter echoes near when Grendel goes to play 

"Save us, dear Lord, from this Beast," the Danes cried out, a hero came 
I went to join them in their feast and learned the bitter taste of shame 
I howled to shatter Heaven's walls, shrieked so Hell could hear 
Told all creation with my calls my mortal end was near 

Now at last my breath is gone, Mother, it's too late to chasten 
Let me lie till death comes on, then away to Hell I'll hasten 
Heaven's road is hidden from the likes of you or me 
I'll go when I'm bidden "come", but I will wait for thee...

© Skald-Brandr Toralfsson 

Find more of Leslie Fish´s lyrics and more Filk & Folk Songs at Random Factors.

Image: "Gollum", © John Howe, www.john-howe.com, used by permission.

Back to : [ by Theme ]   [ by Author ]   [ by Title ]