Beowulf at Highbury
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anotherusedpageI simply couldn't resist the plotbunny that solar_type_star threw me the other day, so here we have a "missing scene" from Beowulf, staring Pires and Henry, written as an old English alliterative epic...
Disclaimer: Do I really need this? Don't own Beowulf, Henry, Pires or the metaphor about the raven and the wolf.
AN: Why yes, I am insane. Thank you for asking. LJ doesn't like the formatting of OE verse with the break in the middle of the line. Not quite sure what to do about that...
Forth came Henry fleet of foot,
And passed to Pires a perfect tap!
Greathearted they sped toward glorious goal,
All Highbury cheered for their high heroics!
The enemy stood straight and sure
Tall and terrible twixt them and glory.
Still forward they sped fast and fierce
Full well determined to do great deeds!
Their foes with fury fell upon them
Drove them back with dire dread.
Terrible the tackle that took Pires down!
And yet as true-hero tripped and tumbled
With princely power he made a pass
And still the ball sped swiftly forward
Taken by teammates toward true glory.
“No penalty given, please play the advantage,”
Quoth the referee, the rulebook’s raven,
While wolfish linesmen warily stalking
The battlefield’s edges brayed brash agreement.
And thus our hero, hopeful though hurting,
Limped bloody and broken from field of battle
While all around him his brothers in arms
Continued forward, their fear forgetting
Pressing onward toward one goal only,
In sight of victory, vanquishing vain foes,
Proud to play on in Pires’ name
From the sponsor’s seats Beowulf smiled
He found himself hooked on this pastime of heroes!
Quoth he, “I can quite see why it is called
The Beautiful Game – the ballskills are brill!
Full rare are warriors so wondrous and worthy!
The victor’s gold I will gladly give.”
Then thundered the ball through the final defence
The goalkeeper beaten the ball bounced home
Into the net! Now nearly was
The victory claimed! “Come on! Come on!”
Shouted true fans standing shoulder to shoulder
While on the pitch, praise passed between players
Who held and hugged in happiness
True Pires rejoined his triumphant team!
Back in play the ball belonged
To no one else except ever Arsenal
Then wondrously the whistle went!
One goal to nil! Great and good victory!
Then the team as one turned to Beowulf
“Where is the promised weregild? Where
The gold you offered, great Grendel’s bane?’
Beowulf blushed “Alas, I am broke!”
Quoth he “I cannot keep
The fealty I foolishly swore!
To gain the gold to give you, great heroes
I will have to dare defeat this here dragon…”
solar_type_star threw me the other day, so here we have a "missing scene" from Beowulf, staring Pires and Henry, written as an old English alliterative epic... Disclaimer: Do I really need this? Don't own Beowulf, Henry, Pires or the metaphor about the raven and the wolf.
AN: Why yes, I am insane. Thank you for asking. LJ doesn't like the formatting of OE verse with the break in the middle of the line. Not quite sure what to do about that...
Forth came Henry fleet of foot,
And passed to Pires a perfect tap!
Greathearted they sped toward glorious goal,
All Highbury cheered for their high heroics!
The enemy stood straight and sure
Tall and terrible twixt them and glory.
Still forward they sped fast and fierce
Full well determined to do great deeds!
Their foes with fury fell upon them
Drove them back with dire dread.
Terrible the tackle that took Pires down!
And yet as true-hero tripped and tumbled
With princely power he made a pass
And still the ball sped swiftly forward
Taken by teammates toward true glory.
“No penalty given, please play the advantage,”
Quoth the referee, the rulebook’s raven,
While wolfish linesmen warily stalking
The battlefield’s edges brayed brash agreement.
And thus our hero, hopeful though hurting,
Limped bloody and broken from field of battle
While all around him his brothers in arms
Continued forward, their fear forgetting
Pressing onward toward one goal only,
In sight of victory, vanquishing vain foes,
Proud to play on in Pires’ name
From the sponsor’s seats Beowulf smiled
He found himself hooked on this pastime of heroes!
Quoth he, “I can quite see why it is called
The Beautiful Game – the ballskills are brill!
Full rare are warriors so wondrous and worthy!
The victor’s gold I will gladly give.”
Then thundered the ball through the final defence
The goalkeeper beaten the ball bounced home
Into the net! Now nearly was
The victory claimed! “Come on! Come on!”
Shouted true fans standing shoulder to shoulder
While on the pitch, praise passed between players
Who held and hugged in happiness
True Pires rejoined his triumphant team!
Back in play the ball belonged
To no one else except ever Arsenal
Then wondrously the whistle went!
One goal to nil! Great and good victory!
Then the team as one turned to Beowulf
“Where is the promised weregild? Where
The gold you offered, great Grendel’s bane?’
Beowulf blushed “Alas, I am broke!”
Quoth he “I cannot keep
The fealty I foolishly swore!
To gain the gold to give you, great heroes
I will have to dare defeat this here dragon…”
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