Sceadugenga
“Cóm on wanre niht scríðan sceadugenga” -Out of the wan night slinked the shadow walker (Beowulf)
A poem I wrote while reading the old epic Beowulf. I’ve long been fascinated with the Sceadugengan – the shadow walkers, so here is a weird half sonnet style poem written about one.
Come Shadow Walker,
Come Silent Talker,
Out of the wan night,
Bring fear as your blight.
Come Restless Shifter,
Come Noiseless Drifter,
Show me your true shape,
Shed your masking cape.
Come Mouthless Gnasher,
Come Shapeless Thrasher,
Test now your power,
Me, try devour.
I, you cannot beat,
So Death you shall meet.
Hope you enjoy, please comment.
The Lonely Recluse.
The Lonely Recluse
The Lonely Recluse 
Amazing. It was kind of like a chant, like you were calling the shadow walker. Come, come. Ooo. Shiver wanting.
The idea was to make it chant like, it might get incorperated into some prose if I ever get round to it, but no promises there. Glad you enjoyed it.
The Lonely Recluse.
then you did it beautifully… felt the same a Faith about it being like a chant.
Kudos lonely.
Thank you for your kind words gracefulglider.
The Lonely Recluse.
death you shall meet,
powerful, keep it up.
Thanks Jingle, I’ll do my best.
The Lonely Recluse.
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