“Attend

Across the Gannets' bath came Spank,
To the Hall of the Geats
Herot the Golden,Feasthall of Hrothgar.

Crafty Beowulf, Once more his Dragon secreted
Beneath the stands.

The Norse Gods wept, As the heroes assembled
The pitch was flooded with their tears.

Fierce was the assault of the Norse,
but the Elf flowed around them
Aeschere the ball secured, The drive was on.
But alas it was not to be,
and Spank deprived him,
Of ball and senses.

In desperation the Dragon struck
The ball was loose.
But Spank were not to be denied,
Breca was downed and Psycopathia scored.

Anger rose in the breast of the Geats'
A mighty battle raged upon the pitch,
Romana Byrne was sent to the halls of his fathers,
By the fist of Breca.

The fury of the Norse
Undid the drive of the Elves,
Desperate in defence
The Gods were with them.
Enough was done
Breca was denied.

So Beowulfs campaign for glory ends
In sorry defeat.”