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| Listen closley to my tale Quickly, gather round the flame Power and wit the legend does tell And of how I earned my name A land of flowers was my home Forever rain and sun For seven years, my life down south Then that life was done My father's leige sent him north I went too, right at his side Our new home, the nation's heart To a town of wildcats and pride In this new town, I was unknown No bards told my ballad So I must begin here anew My quests must be known valid To a land of ice have I gone Sons of wolves guard me at night Sleeping side by side under stars Upon snow of purest white I fly down walls of stone My life held by a single thread Earth rising ever closer Stay my skill or else I'm dead |
| Enough of feats of strength Legendary to be my wit One has only to read Read the tales I have writ Tale Masters sharpened my talent Brooks, Jordan, McCaffrey, Goodkind While reading their fables of magic Stories grew that were soley mine Stories are not all I know Numbers, the workings of the earth, And the legends of the ages Knowledge beyond all worth So doubt not my place here I know the right I have earned My telling does end tonight But my tale lives as long as the world doth turn |
| The assignment was to boast about ourselves as Beowulf did when he first entered Herot and greeted King Hrothgar. Just thought you should know why the poem has such an arrogant tone to it. |
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