The room goes suddenly white, as if struck by lightning. I stare down,
amazed. He has torn off my arm at the shoulder! Blood pours down where the
limb was. I cry, I bawl like a baby. He stretches his blinding white wings and
breathes out fire. I run for the door and through it. I move like wind. I stumble
and fail, get up again. I'll die! I howl. The night is aflame with winged men. No,
no! Think! I come suddenly awake once more from the nightmare. Darkness. I
really will die! Every rock, every tree, every crystal of snow cries out cold-
blooded objectness. Cold, sharp outlines, everything around me: distinct,
detached as dead men. I understand. "Mama!" I bellow. "Mama, Mama! I'm
dying!" But her love is history. His whispering follows me into the woods,
though I've outrun him. "It was an accident," I bellow back. I will cling to what
is true. "Blind, mindless, mechanical. Mere logic of chance." I am weak from
loss of blood. No one follows me now. I stumble again and with my one weak
arm I cling to the huge twisted roots of an oak. I look down past stars to a
terrifying darkness. I seem to recognize the place, but it's impossible.
"Accident," I whisper. I will fall. I seem to desire the fall, and though I fight it
with all my will I know in advance that I can't win. Standing baffled, quaking with fear, three feet from the edge of a nightmare cliff, I find myself, incredibly,
moving toward it. I look down, down, into bottomless blackness, feeling the
dark power moving in me like an ocean current, some monster inside me, deep
sea wonder, dread night monarch astir in his cave, moving me slowly to my
voluntary tumble into death.
Again sight clears. I am slick with blood. I discover I no longer feel pain.
Animals gather around me, enemies of old, to watch me die. I give them what I
hope will appear a sheepish smile. My heart booms terror. Will the last of my
life slide out if I let out breath? They watch with mindless, indifferent eyes, as
calm and midnight black as the chasm below me.
Is it joy I feel?
They watch on, evil, incredibly stupid, enjoying my destruction.
"Poor Grendel's had an accident," I whisper. "So may you all."

str8 from ur rancid cave

amazing retelling
havent read beowulf since last year
good stuff both of u