All wisdom failed.
All prophecies never came true.
A million contradicting voices
And mine is one of them.

I suppose I do not prophesy.
I tell stories.
Stories that curdle the imagination,
And often feel like dreams.

We often do disservice to our philosophers.
We often do disservice to our novelists.
Those are the true prophets.
I hear a thousand and one prophecies,
Yet none of them ever come true.

They speak, they talk, they go over a million times.
Yet, what is the prophecy that came true?
They say, "Revival in the summer."
There is no revival.
They say, "A great harvest."
There is no great harvest.

One prophet said there would be a great harvest,
And him I'll believe.
For, he has the authority I look for
Which is sobriety.
Yet a million and one prophets
All get it wrong.
They predict the rapture,
But it never comes.
They predict the end,
But it doesn't come.
They desire it with all their little hearts
But thankfully, God spares their foolish dreams
And forgives them their errant prophecies.

How many false prophecies have I spoken?
Yet I don't pretend like I have never told
A single lie.
I understand that if my vision does not come true
I am liable to the court and judgment and death.

Yet, they break my faith with every one of their prophecies
For it never comes to fruition.
Save a few here and there who I find trustworthy.

Milton was a prophet
Who saw that astronomy would lead many astray.

Nietzsche was a prophet
Who understood that if God didn't exist, neither did morality.

Tolstoy was a prophet
Who understood that civilization moves its predestined course; there is no changing it.

Dostoevsky was a prophet
For though he doubted God, he believed wholeheartedly in His morality.

There is an old proverb, 
"You are neither hot, nor cold.
"Buy from me wisdom, and gold refined by fire."

For our prophets are hidden because the peoples give them no honor.
Instead, they listen to the pop-culture ideas
And the chemical imbalances that make the world look upon us
And say we're crazy.

No, not you, who said that December will be a harvest.
I know you are true.
One in a million.

Yet, the prophets all prophesy a lie.
The lie is that I once, too, had a rapture dream.
Several of course.
It was not prophecy.
It was merely the thoughts running through my mind.

Though, I get caught up, 
Wanting there to be a rapture.
I truly do.
I want to fly up into the heavens
And be met with Christ on the trumpet's sound.
I do not want to suffer on the earth
Anymore than anyone else.
It's just the destiny of this writer
To see the truth.
For, I am a true interpreter.
I see billions who know nothing of Christ.
I see frantic Christians prophesying the end is near.
And I see the religion dying
Because no one is sober enough to understand.

Yet, one prophet keenly said the religion will not die,
For there will be a harvest.
I await this harvest, with humble expectation.
For, if it comes, it means I shall not be alone.

And I say this soberly.
There will be a great falling away.
As is prophesied.
For, God's wrath is true.
But, do I believe that every profession of faith
Will be a ticket to avoid suffering?
No... for there are many that will say
"LORD, LORD," And be told to depart.

Those are the men who said, 
"Grace! Grace!" and yet they had no change of heart.
I am the man who's had a change of heart.
For the religion will not die in my heart.
For I know my God is true.

And when I read Yeats or Byron
I understand them.
For, they are prophets, too.
They give me introspection
Into the hearts of man;
Like Balaam, I can understand
Why a man wants loveless sex.
I can understand why a man's lust
Leads them astray.

And with that understanding,
I can benefit the doubting
And say, "No, I do not doubt.
"For I see the order of the universe
"And I see the construction of the Word of God
"Behind every act, large or small.
"I see the strings of creation
"The Twelve Universes
"Layered one upon each other.
"I understand all things
"That are in my grasp to understand.
"I see the invisible strings of faith
"That prove God exists.
"As the world doubts him
"Harder and harder
"I grow to understand
"That indeed God does exist.
"I understand that He is Jesus.
"Even if none else do
"I understand why God had to Come in the Flesh
"Why God had to die.
"I understand sin...
"Deep and ill tempered within me.
"I understand war,
"Why it happens,
"Why men kill each other...
"How wicked men slaughter one another
"For glory, while peaceful men shiver."

And I say all of this
Without a doubt that Jesus is the Christ.
I see it.
Like Euclid could find God in his Elements
I can find God in the certainty of the universe.
I can see God in the sin I've had in my heart.
For I've seen very few good people in my life.
And hell exists because there are few good upon the earth.
And heaven exists because there are those of us
Who are good, and our hearts get twisted
In wrenching pain because the kindness we understand
Doesn't seem to be known.

To know the truth,
All radicals are used.
All political activists are used.

We suffer because of our criminal records
Because a mistake made ten years ago
Keeps us from ever kneading our bread.
Thus, some resort to theft
Some resort to violence.
Some resort to dealing smack.
Some, they become homeless,
And live in humble poverty.

What does the outrage produce,
However?
Like any rebel, they march toward the destruction
Of all they love.
All that is loved gets trampled under foot
As political activists march in the streets
And destroy the pleasures they love.

Civilization is delicate.
If there were more reasonable men
Rather than political zealots,
We'd be far better off.
Yet, change never came from activism...
It only destroyed and broke
The things we loved.

I say this...
My magnum opus was about a man
Who lived in his Utilitarian utopia.
And, trying to change it he led it to its collapse.
Understand, that I know there are forces
That hate this country.
Just, the pleasures it has produced for us
The food, the streets, the plumbing, the electricity,
The shelter, there's not complete evil.

Rather, all that needs changed
Is that if a man has a criminal record
He get it expunged.
For, I too have been harassed by police
And I am white.
I get treated the same way as a black man
Because I have a criminal record.
Ought I have this sentence hang over me my whole life?
The answer is no.

And that is all that needs changed,
In my estimation.
Change that, and there will be the paradise we all desire.
And such a thing is very easily changed.
It doesn't require it that we burn down our cities.
It doesn't require it that we riot in the streets.
Rather, it requires the ratification of congress
That all criminal records,
After the sentence is fully served
Get expunged, at no expense to the defendant.
And, with that, a thief can work to knead his bread
A prostitute can have the chance to do something other than make herself dirty
A drug dealer can become a salesman.
That way, the true criminals
Those who aren't under compulsion or necessity
Cen be caught again,
And placed under their respective chains.

Woe unto them that keep a record of sin.

There was a bird that 
got caught in one of our mouse traps. 
It was one of the glue kind. 

Its wings got ripped up. 
I wanted to save it so bad, 
but I knew it would never have a good life. 
So, I killed it. 

It was only the second animal that I killed. 
I say that because 
I feel bad about doing it, 
but I had no other choice. 

It would never fly again, 
it would never heal. 
Its wings were so mangled by the trap. 

I would have severely hurt it 
by trying to get it out of the trap. 
Severely. 
It would have been torturous. 
I just thought to myself, 
that if I were born to fly, 
and I had no chance of ever flying again, 
I would want to die. 

The thing and I both recognized it right away. 
He looked at me in such a way that 
I'll never forget. 
We both knew, him and I. 
So, I made it quick and painless. 

I won't describe what I did, 
but it was dead within five seconds.   
The proverb in scripture says there's 
a Season to Kill. 

We often don't realize that as humans. 
We want peace and love, 
but sometimes there can be no peace. 
It's the deepest part of morality. 
There's reasons for evil to exist. 

In that circumstance, 
what I did was evil, 
but it was the appropriate time to commit evil. 
Because had I been kind to the bird, 
I would have severely hurt the bird, 
and it would have lived an empty life. 

There was no rescuing it.   

A lot of people decry war, 
but sometimes it's inevitable 
and must be done. 

Sometimes there must be death. 

I wish we'd learn that about Covid. 
Rather than make everyone suffer, 
I wish we'd realize there's a time to allow death to take its natural course.

There are men,
Who knowing calculus
And biology
Can save mankind from a virus.
To all intents and purposes
I lay my hat bear to such a one as this.

However, there is an even crueler virus
And that is the virus of misunderstanding.
It is a virus of men talking
But no one listening.
It is a critical ear,
That scrutinizes all ideas
Save the one engendered in the solipsist mind.

If we are to ever grow
And take this second chance we are given...
The smartest man in the world 
Might save us from living like hermits.
But, if we never learn how to understand one another
There will be crisis after crisis.

Some say that they wish to remove the humanities
From the curriculum.
Yet the humanities are our most important subject.
For, from them, we enter the gateway
To understanding each other.
And no, not ourselves.

The thing that differs a man of high intelligence
With a man of genius
Is that a man of high intelligence
Disdains the greater bulk of humankind
While a genius learns to accept their follies.

It often is this distinction that 
Allows a man of higher intelligence
To write the most scathing rebukes of human kind.
The Genius, however, finds their follies too far removed,
So therefore, gets sucked into his work
And never meddles in their affairs
For he understands them better
Than the man of high intelligence.

The man of high intelligence, however
Is in a state of strange benefit
In that he is almost close enough
To the average man
That he can understand their follies
So therefore, steer them where he will.
For he neither understands their follies
But like a Daemon
Shares the folly, but has the intelligence
To resent it in himself.
Therefore, men of high intelligence
Are usually who end up in the leader class
While a Genius is too far removed
For he sees neither the flaws of the common lay
In him, but sees in them something
Affable, which he can study from afar
Like he always does with his instruments.

A beat poet.
A lot of people don't realize that.
Writing in the Neo-classical style,
Or as one writer put it, 
The New Classical.

Never mind convention,
And say what's felt.

KLF and 2 Unlimited
Camila Cabello
The Eagles, Johnny Cash
And Tchaikovsky

It infuses the writing
With its beats
With its sound.

Write large, 
Write small.
Be simple
Complex
Be grounded.

Beauty comes in every style
Yet make the words beautiful
Or the style is worthless.
Imbue the sounds of the art of music
Put it into the work
And listen to the lyrics.

Shifting, making melody, changing the rhythms.
Want the strong stuff
Sing the melodies.

Get a beat, get a rhythm
Meditate, get lost in the writing.

A simple poem sometimes is best.
A simple word,
A simple sound.
Know it,
Let it be felt.

One other thing.
Get the "I" out of writing.

Canto I

Upon the pass there came Sir Lucan 
And His squire Beowulf the Less.
Beowulf the Less had a page
Gregory.

Gregory, the page, armored Beowulf
From head to toe.
He latched on helmet,
Shield, shoe, girded Beowulf with
His sword Gwyndylyn.
Beowulf had aegis
Strapped to his chest.
However, Beowulf's helmet was weakened
By a blow taken in mortal combat.
Beowulf had slewn a man down in dishonorable show
Of arms, where he and a knight Valiant
Took to blows in the ring of combat.

This knight threw down his gauntlet
So Beowulf picked it up.
Sir Lucan was Beowulf's 
Knight, and this knight beckoned 
Beowulf to stay home,
And not to pick up the gauntlet.
Yet, Beowulf picked up the gauntlet;
And thus, battle was struck.

The two warriors showed, down in the arena
While Lucan watched, with scowl on his mug.
Arthur sanctioned the tournament
As Page Gregory was with damsel
Thus, he did not throw in his lot to stop the tournament.

It took to blows, the black knight, 
Called Sir Rancor, first took his sword
And smote it down upon Beowulf's head.
Beowulf took the blow;
Sowith, his helmet cracked;
Thus, Beowulf became wroth
Who took his shield and smote
Sir Rancor upon the breast, and 
Smote down his sword upon Sir Rancor's head.
Blood poured out of Sir Rancors joints
As Sir Rancor took to a blow
At Beowulf's shield
Bowing the shield with his chain mace.
Beowulf, without helmet nor shield 
Acquiesced for the battle,
And took his sword and ran it through Sir Rancor's
Joint, by the armpit.
Sir Rancor fell wounded,
But took a dagger from his leg
And shafted the weapon
Into Beowulf's ankle
Breaking his shoe's belt.

Beowulf was uninjured; however,
Taking his sword, he smote it down upon Sir Rancor's head.
The knight fell, to wit, Beowulf drove his sword
Into the heart of Sir Rancor
Who lie on the ground, wounded.
Arthur saw that the knight was dead
So called the tournament closed
Where Beowulf lost all his armor
And Sir Rancor was lain smitten on the field of battle.

Beowulf expected to be knighted for the feat
However, Arthur saw no honor in this feud.
Thus, Beowulf was yet still a squire.
Beowulf saw the disdain on Lucan's face
And saw he had disgraced his knight valiant.
Lucan who would be later slain in battle
To the Caerbanog, was disgruntled with Beowulf.
For some say, this led Lucan to the Caerbanog's forest
For he would no longer listen to sweet Beowulf.
Page Gregory was not there to help Beowulf
And Lucan was furious with Beowulf
For accepting the challenge of so unworthy a knight.

It came to be that Beowulf and Lucan had a quest
Together. To shut up the Nile Dragon
Who would attempt to Swallow the Daughter of Zion
On that day. Beowulf and Lucan left 
In their armor, and Gregory
Left Beowulf with these words:
"Lucan cannot be trusted,
"Do not believe a word he says
"And be wary and wily of the things he does.
"For Lucan is a savvy knight
"Who only thinks of himself."

Beowulf considered it,
But knew it was not true.
However, Lucan was furious with Beowulf
For smiting the knight Rancor.
Thus, Beowulf and Lucan set off on their journey.
They would crusade down to Egypt.

The Nile Dragon knew that they came,
Thus he employed Nebo and Abaddon 
To come 
With the Elf Meogic
And thus, cause Lucan more anger
At his squire.

Nebo came with his daughters
Seventeen Thousand
And Abaddon came with only himself.
The two were chosen to be Pharaohs
Kings of Egypt,
And if they would slay Beowulf
They would retain Egypt
For themselves.

Canto II

It came to be, that in the salt valleys of
Meggedon, Abaddon sought
To conspire and therefore slay Beowulf the Less.
Lucan and Beowulf---Gregory not behooved to come,
For he could not---
Were on steed, Beowulf with Chantz
And Lucan with his steed Crevan.
Where Beowulf camped,
Abaddon snatched him from his bed
And took Beowulf to a village
Where Beowulf would dream half his life away
For sleep was better than the waking hour;
Beowulf was captured by Abaddon
Hencewith, he was brought to the low valleys.

Now it was Abaddon who travelled with Lucan.
Abaddon filled his mouth with many flatteries
Toward Lucan.
The two set out on the quest, but
Abaddon was foolish, and no wisdom was in him.
He did not slay Beowulf
For he enjoyed the man's riddles.

Thencewith, Abaddon walked with Sir Lucan
Through the valleys of Meggedon
Until they came to Africa's Gate.
The two passed through
But Abaddon was exceedingly happy,
And more foolish than Lucan remembered
Beowulf to be.
However, Lucan fell to love Abaddon---
Because of his joy---
Like he were a son, and so pardoned Abaddon.
For Lucan was enchanted.

They walked for days
Through the desert
With its barren crags
And salt rocks.
It came upon the warfield, Nebo
And his hordes of Daughters.
Nebo, on his steed with leather skin,
Was untransmogrified by the elf jewel;
Thus, showed himself for what he truly be.
He was leathery, and his ears a point;
He was fat, and round, and gluttonous,
His teeth were yellow
And his lips were thin.
His skin the color of ash,
He had a face which was horrible
To behold.

Lucan mounted up on Crevan, 
And hoisted her javelin.
"Beowulf, I have enjoyed your company
"On this journey, yet now I go out to ride
"Against this beast."
Abaddon creased his lips into a grin
Because he had loosened Lucan's armor
When placing it upon him
As was a squire's duty.
Lucan hoisted up, and flung for Nebo.
The seventeen thousand daughters of Nebo 
Flung down the mountain
Into the bowled valley.

The battle was gruesome
As blood poured into rivers
Through the ravines.
Lucan had slaughtered so many
Of Nebo's daughters.
Nebo, thus, flung into a fit of rage
And transformed himself
Into a Giant.
Lucan fell to a flight yet
Lanced the Giant's foot;
However, Lucan's armor joints came undone in battle
And he was bare before the Giant's wrath.

Abaddon danced a wicked dance
And joined the fight against Lucan.
He rushed at Lucan on Chantz
However, Chantz knew 'twas Abaddon.
So, Chantz stopped in mid gallop;
Sofore, throwing Abaddon off his back.
Lucan retreated toward Abaddon
Trampling him with horse's hooves
Seeing that he was not Beowulf
But was Abaddon. Lucan fell into a sore fright
That he was without his squire.
Thus, Lucan galloped as fast as he could out of the battlefield.
He had found himself in the Nile,
And so discovered the black, fertile soil.
There began to grow a vine from it
And it shot out large, and heaved itself
Upward. It grew tall into the sky
Like the Tower of Babble,
And it sprouted smaller vines from without it,
Lit; it were starflesh.
The Sphynx was spreading his vine
All throughout the world
A verdant weed, it
Raised into the sky, and spread itself across the entirety of the earth.

Lucan felt frightened,
As he drew back on Crevan and galloped 
Toward his dominion.
Lucan was no coward but saw that this vine had spread
Throughout he whole of the world, 
And who was he to fight it?

Howsofore, there came one who was beautiful.
He took Lucan by the hand,
And told him,
"Do not give up on your son
"He needs you and your love at this very hour.
"For, Egypt is spreading its vine throughout the whole of the earth
"And you must help him
"By fighting back the fear
"Of this vine,
"To showing him that he is still loved."

Lucan had received a vision of Beowulf
Encased in a place where he was rendered useless.
Thus, Lucan had to go rescue him.
For Gregory could not
As only Lucan's love could free Beowulf from his curse.
Only Lucan's forgiveness, and alliance
Could free Beowulf from this unholy trap.

Canto III

It came to be that Sir Lucan travelled into 
The heart of Egypt,
To the Tombs of the ancient Pharaohs.
The Sphynx prowled
With shifting shoulder blades.
There rose mummies
From their crypts
Five of the pharaohs of the past.

The Sphynx spake,
"Lucan, if you can beat me
"I shall spare thee from the Caerbanog.
"And thy squire Beowulf shall live."

Lucan, upon Crevan, hoisted up his javelin.
"I will be angry with my squire
"For fighting his feud with the Knight Rancor.
"However, I see that he is a man.
"And he has made his own choices."

The Sphynx spake, 
"Choices, yes.
"He has made many choices,
"And smote down the knight Rancor.
"And for this, we see you cannot forgive him."

The mummies flung toward Lucan
And it was all Lucan could do to stay
Upon his steed.
He would slash the mummies
He would kill them
Only to have them resurrect themselves
With their moving limbs.

"You do not know the moegic of Egypt.
"These are stronger than Orcs
"And cannot be killed
"By one who harbors anger."

"Beowulf was my friend,
"My companion from long ago.
"Now, he is broody
"And sad, and I do not know if I can love him the same
"For his sadness is of his own making."

The Sphynx said,
"Then, Lucan, he shall die."

Lucan fell upon his knees
As Crevan Whinnied.
"He will die?"

"Of course, a man cannot bear the despair
"Of having one so close to him
"Perpetually angry.
"For, Beowulf is entrapped by his own despair.
"And that despair we are using to fuel
"The spreading of this vine
"Which shall feed on the world's joy
"And it shall replace all joy with despair
"Just like your son's.
"For his grief is a weapon
"We use to throw down the nations
"And to give them no joy henceforth.
"How can a man who is innocent
"Have no joy? It can only be
"That Pharaoh's vine
"Recompense the world
"Double for what it has done to Beowulf."

Lucan then spake,
"What has the world done to Beowulf?"

The Sphynx spake,
"The world?
"What had it done
"But cast him into shame
"Through its unforgiveness?
"Beginning with yours
"Which was harbored long before
"He smote down Sir Rancor.
"For, you had resented him
"Ever since he had chosen
"Gregory as his Page."

Nebo and Abaddon receded into the corridor
And drew their swords.
"Now, see, Lucan, I can save you
"From the Caerbenog,
"The Fairy lORD
"If you defeat me."

The Sphynx grew haughty.
"What are you Sphynx?"
Cried Lucan.
The Sphynx said,
"I? I am the flow of the times."

The five mummies flung forth
To maul Lucan
And Abaddon and Nebo 
Attacked her
At once.

It began to grow into a horrendous feud
As the seven fought mortal combat.
No matter how much they fought
The seven prevailed over Lucan.

Lucan saw the Sphynx 
Prowling like a lion
From without the battle.

"Yes, Lucan, I am the Zeitgeist.
"I am the thing you cleave to.
"Surrender Beowulf,
"For he is not your son."

Lucan cried out a mighty roar,
"Lucan is my son!"
And so she threw her lance
In a mighty strike against the Sphynx's 
Chest. It sunk deep into the Sphynx.
The Sphynx was smitten.
He fell dead upon the bier of the golden
Tombs. The Sphynx was dead.

There came from time the Caerbonog
As it spread forth from the vines.
For the vines were the Caerbonog.
It lit its fiery glow,
Yet, Beowulf flung from his sleep
Where the Caerbonog hid him.
Beowulf took Lucan
And galloped with him
From without the Pyramid.
The whole of Egypt quaked,
As Nebo and Abaddon
Rushed from the tombs.
Pharaoh was dead
And the mummies were crushed 
From beneath the pyramid's falling Aedicules.
The Caerbanog was spread throughout the whole land.
Abaddon and Nebo disappeared from without the pyramid.
After which, a quake,
And the Caerbanog fell 'pon
A hard fall;
Its verdant vines
Turned to ashen yellow.

"Wot not you that thou would have perished
"To this cruel vine
"Had you not saved me from this
"My spell?"
Spake Beowulf.

Lucan saw that the deuterocanons
Of the analogs of Fairyland
Were now altered.
The Caerbannog was defeated.
Thus, Beowulf could live his happy life.

Thus, Beowulf lived happily ever after.

It came to be, that in the salt valleys of
Meggedon, Abaddon sought
To conspire and therefore slay Beowulf the Less.
Lucan and Beowulf---Gregory not behooved to come,
For he could not---
Were on steed, Beowulf with Chantz
And Lucan with his steed Crevan.
Where Beowulf camped,
Abaddon snatched him from his bed
And took Beowulf to a village
Where Beowulf would dream half his life away
For sleep was better than the waking hours;
Beowulf was captured by Abaddon
Hencewith, he was brought to the low valleys.

Now it was Abaddon who travelled with Lucan.
Abaddon filled his mouth with many flatteries
Toward Lucan.
The two set out on the quest, but
Abaddon was foolish, and no wisdom was in him.
He did not slay Beowulf
For he enjoyed the man's riddles.
Thencewith, Abaddon walked with Sir Lucan
Through the valleys of Meggedon
Until they came to Africa's Gate.
The two passed through
But Abaddon was exceedingly happy,
And more foolish than Lucan remembered
Beowulf to be.
However, Lucan fell to love Abaddon---
Because of his joy---
Like he were a son, and so pardoned Abaddon.
For Lucan was enchanted.

They walked for days
Through the desert
With its barren crags
And salt rocks.
It came upon the warfield, Nebo
And his hordes of Daughters.
Nebo, on his steed with leather skin.
Was untransmogrified by the elf jewel;
Thus, showed himself for what he truly be.
He was leathery, and his ears a point;
He was fat, and round, and gluttonous,
His teeth were yellow
And his lips were thin.
His skin the color of ash,
He had a face which was horrible
To behold.

Lucan mounted up on Crevan, 
And hoisted her javelin.
"Beowulf, I have enjoyed your company
"On this journey, yet now I go out to ride
"Against this beast."
Abaddon creased his lips into a grin
Because he had loosened Lucan's armor
When placing it upon him
As was a squire's duty.
Lucan hoisted up, and flung for Nebo.
The seventeen thousand daughters of Nebo 
Flung down the mountain
Into the bowled valley.

The battle was gruesome
As blood poured into rivers
Through the ravines.
Lucan had slaughtered so many
Of Nebo's daughters.
Nebo, thus, flung into a fit of rage
And transformed himself
Into a Giant.
Lucan, fell to a flight, yet
Lanced the Giant's foot;
However, Lucan's armor joints came undone in battle
And he was bare before the Giant's wrath.

Abaddon danced a wicked dance
And joined the fight against Lucan.
He rushed at Lucan on Chantz
However, Chantz knew it was Abaddon.
So, Chantz stopped in mid gallop
Sofore throwing Abaddon off his back.
Lucan retreated toward Abaddon
Trampling him with horse's hooves
Seeing that he was not Beowulf
But was Abaddon. Lucan fell into a sore fright
That he was without his squire.
Thus, Lucan galloped as fast as he could out of the battlefield.
He had found himself in the Nile,
And so discovered the black, fertile soil.
There began to grow a vine from it
And it shot out large, and heaved itself
Upward. It grew tall into the sky
Like the Tower of Babble,
And it sprouted smaller vines from without it
Lit it were starflesh.
The Sphynx was spreading his vine
All throughout the world
A verdant weed, it
Raised into the sky, and spread itself across the entire of the earth.

Lucan felt frightened,
As he drew back on Crevan and galloped 
Toward his dominion.
Lucan was no coward but saw that this vine had spread
Throughout he whole of the world, 
And who was he to fight it?

Howsofore, there came one who was beautiful.
He took Lucan by the hand,
And told him,
"Do not give up on your son
"He needs you and your love at this very hour.
"For, Egypt is spreading its vine throughout the whole of the earth
"And you must help him
"By fighting back the fear
"Of this vine,
"To showing him that he is still loved."

Lucan had received a vision of Beowulf
Encased in a place where he was rendered useless.
Thus, Lucan had to go rescue him.
For Gregory could not
As only Lucan's devotion could free Beowulf from this curse.
Only Lucan's forgiveness, and alliance
Could free Beowulf from this unholy trap.

Upon the pass there was Sir Lucan 
And His squire Beowulf the Less.
Beowulf the Less had his page
With him, Gregory.

Gregory, the page, armored Beowulf
From head to toe.
He latched on helmet,
Shield, shoe, girded Beowulf with
His sword Gwyndylyn.
Beowulf had his aegis
Strapped to his chest.
However, Beowulf's helmet was weakened
By a blow he took in combat.
Beowulf had slewn a man down in dishonorable show
Of arms, where he and the knight Valiant
Took to blows in the ring of combat.

This knight threw down his gauntlet
And Beowulf picked it up.
Sir Lucan was Beowulf's 
Knight, and this knight beckoned 
Beowulf to stay home,
And not to pick up the gauntlet.
Yet, Beowulf picked up the gauntlet
And thus, the battle was struck.

The two warriors faced in the arena
And Lucan watched, with scowl on his face.
Arthur sanctioned the tournament
As Page Gregory would be out with damsel
Thus, he did not throw in his lot to stop the tournament.

It took to blows, the black knight, 
Called Sir Rancor first took his sword
And smote it down upon Beowulf's head.
Beowulf took the blow,
And his helmet was cracked,
Thus Beowulf became wroth
Who took his shield and smote
Sir Rancor upon his breast, and 
Smote down his sword upon Sir Rancor's head.
Blood poured out of his joints
As Sir Rancor took to a blow
At Beowulf's shield
Bowing the shield with his chain mace.
Beowulf, without helmet nor shield 
Acquiesced for the battle,
And took his sword and ran it through Sir Rancor's
Joint, by the armpit.
Sir Rancor fell wounded,
But took a dagger from his leg
And shafted the weapon
Into Beowulf's ankle
Breaking his shoe's belt.

Beowulf was uninjured, however
Taking his sword, he smote it down upon Sir Rancor's head.
The knight fell, to wit, Beowulf drove his sword
Into the heart of Sir Rancor.
Arthur saw that the knight was dead
So called the tournament closed
Where Beowulf lost all his armor
And Sir Rancor was lain smitten on the field of battle.

Beowulf expected to be knighted for the feat
However, Arthur saw no honor in the feud.
Thus, Beowulf was yet still a squire.
Beowulf saw the disdain on Lucan's face
And saw he had disgraced his knight valiant.
Lucan who would be later slain in battle
To the Caerbanog, was disgruntled with Beowulf.
For some say, this led Lucan to the Caerbanog's forest
For he would no longer listen to Beowulf.
Page Gregory was not there to help Beowulf
And Lucan was furious with Beowulf
For accepting the challenge of so unworthy a knight.

It came to be that Beowulf and Lucan had a quest
Together. To shut up the Nile Dragon
Who would attempt to Swallow the Daughter of Zion
On that day. Beowulf and Lucan left 
In their armor, and Gregory
Left Beowulf with these words.
"Lucan cannot be trusted,
"Do not believe a word he says
"And be wary and wily of the things he does.
"For Lucan is a savvy knight
"Who only thinks of himself."

Beowulf considered it,
But knew none of it was true.
However, Lucan was furious with Beowulf
For smiting the knight Rancor.
Thus, Beowulf and Lucan set off on their journey.
They would crusade down to Egypt.

The Nile Dragon knew that they came,
Thus he employed Nebo and Abaddon 
To come disguised as Beowulf
With the Elf Magic
And thus, cause Lucan more anger
At his squire.

Nebo came with his daughters
Seventeen Thousand
And Abaddon came with only himself.
The two were chosen to be Pharaohs
Kings of Egypt,
And if they would slay Beowulf
They would retain Egypt
For themselves.