This week’s flash fiction is a brief continuation of the prequel to Beowulf: the Midgard Epic. Next week’s entry will be longer. Enjoy! Beowulf: The Midgard Epic arrives soon … Adventure awaits!
Below the waters magic swelled
And Gandolina’s mirth compelled
An open portal to appear.
The serpent and the wargs drew near
As through the gateway evil strolled;
An entity to be extolled.
The caverns where the sons of Cain
Removed themselves from earthly gain
Became a haven for the queen
Of wickedness and the obscene.
The spirit, Alva Dagmar, came-
A dragon deity whose name
Incited fear and brought respect.
The other creatures could detect
Extensive power in the room.
A force of evil spelling doom
For any being swift or slow,
Should Alva Dagmar deem it so,
The goddess of the dragon kin
Expressed approval in a grin.
The woman Gandolina changed
Into a monster, wild, deranged,
Became the focus as she knelt
Before the queen, whose presence felt
Unto the caverns deep below
The lands of Midgard where the show
Of evil nature had begun.
The landscape thrived without the sun
And horrid creatures came and went,
Amassing power used and spent
Upon the mortal world above.
Devoid of light and without love
So many creatures birthed in fright
Escaped unto the soil to bite.
The other siblings came as well
To gaze upon the wicked spell
That Gandolina used to bring
The deity who claimed no king.
“My sisters, see who I have called-
Our lorded mistress here, enthralled
By what I have done on my own.
I wrought a mortal’s skin and bone
Into the shape of what you see.
A blessing from our deity
Is now upon us like a storm.
It seems that I can shape and form
These fragile humans as I wish.
Perhaps a frog, or like a fish?
It makes no difference either way.
An army of such beasts at bay
And we can overrun the world!”
As Gandolina’s plan unfurled
A bit of envy broke within
Her brother who had just walked in
With Grundel, taking Grendel’s hand.
He bowed before who graced their land.
The kin of Cain all gazed in awe
At everything they came and saw.
James Matthew Byers resides in Wellington, Alabama with his wife, kids, a dog named after an elf, and two tortoises. He has been published in poetry journals and through Jacksonville State University in Jacksonville, AL, where he received his Master’s in 2010. His epic poem, Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, is coming soon from Stitched Smile Publications, LLC.