What Is The Dragon In Beowulf

The Dragon

As Beowulf slept soundly, you could see his breath slip from his lips like smoke from a fire that had just been put out. It was cold, bitterly cold, a cold that no matter how many blankets or coats you put on it would still slide into any nook and crevice it could find and glide up against your skin with its chilling kiss. Beowulf's slumber was so deep at a first glance you would think he was dead. While the king slept soundly something sinister was happening at the foot of his kingdom something unforeseen.

The Beast woke from its own slumber, with rage and fire in its heart. He wanted to see beowulf and his kingdom burn to the ground. Every inch of him from his sleek shiny scales to his sharp backbone was filled with

hate. He lifts his massive body off the mound of treasure, every movement he made another hundred gold coins would topple on top of one another, it sounded like a thousand Geats clashing metal cups with one another. Even though he was but a beast, a monster of the dark with breath of light. He almost acted like a person his movements were sluggish his eyes were worn but his motivation was burning like no other fire in the world. He slowly exited his tower made of stone and wood and lunged off his perch and soared through the night sky with his wings in full extension showing all his fierce size and aggressive features. As he soared through the air his breath and flame heating up inside him started to smell like gasoline and his body reeked of gold, It smelt as though he was dipped into a pot of blood before he took off into the night sky.

As the farmers hung up their muddy tools and prepared to enter their warm homes, it's hard to say which came first the reek of gasoline or the roar of the Beast. The farmers turned around to see what beast haunted this cold night, but they never had the chance to see who their killer was, the flames consumed them whole. the last thing the farmers saw was fire. The beast started burning down the homes, its fire consuming the night. The stench of burning bodies and the screams of people woke the king as he went to the window his eyes saw terror in its purest form, he saw his people getting burned alive and his kingdom being burned to the ground.

The beast, seeing it was almost dawn he stopped his fire breathing and flew back to his tower. The fire he had spread across the land was devastating the flames could be seen from miles away and the smoke filled the air like water being filled into a bucket. There were no remains and the few remains that were left were just body parts. The streets weren't stained with blood rather they reeked of burnt bodies and cooked flesh. The buildings that once stood tall and proud for their strong impenetrable structures now lie in rubble and charred wood.

The beast was angry but Beowulf was angrier, he understands he outraged the beast. But the beast had struck a chord with beowulf. This deed would not go unpunished beowulf would set out to finish what he started. The beast will fall and Beowulf with it.