This week has been very busy, and in my case, that’s a wonderful thing! Halloween saw the prerelease of my debut novel from Stitched Smile Publications. In honor of that, Beowulf: The Midgard Horrors briefly continues. This tidbit deals with Grendel’s mother, Grindylin. I opted to delve into her as she is on the cover of Beowulf: The Midgard Epic. Dive in and enjoy … Adventure awaits!
Mistrust began to settle in,
For ages, only Grindylin
Exemplified the leader’s mark,
However, somewhere in the dark
It seemed her sister had devised
A way to thus usurp, disguised
As something given by their god …
In treachery, the bursting pod
Exploded in the heart and mind
Of Grindylin, a hated bind.
Embarking on a journey’s path,
She thought of ways to soothe her wrath
As images from long ago
Began to filter to and fro …
The days of Noah and the flood
Had all but wiped away the blood
Of any kin her folks could claim.
The Nephilim and old Rephaim
Completely left, except as ghosts
Awaiting judgement’s final boast
Until the Fallen came to breed.
A quiet planting of their seed
Within the offspring left of Cain …
Apparently, some did remain.
And though the gods; the angels there
Invoked and oath; proclaimed to swear
Allegiance to their God on high,
The Fallen swept his alibi
As Lucifer was wont to do.
And by and by and through and through
Another group of beings came.
The sons of Cain their given name;
The daughters of the blood he spilled
Became the monsters God had killed.
Unlike before, these creatures dwelled
Below the waters, tightly gelled.
A unit, or a family
The offspring had begun to be.
And though the mortals came to hate
The truth in love, they could relate.
Perhaps it was the need to feed
Upon the humans or of greed.
Instead of taking this to heart,
The Midgard horrors did their part
As was designed; to eat and maim.
The Devil and his Fallen’s shame
Removed by all these creatures did.
The bloody lust unhinged the lid
Of darker places, deeper still.
And this frees demons made to kill.
The pact with gods who fell from grace
Exploded in that time and place,
But Grindylin cared not for this.
Exposed to love, she grew to miss
A monster, Grundel, ere they met.
In mating, he was hers to vet.
The others had but half her strength,
So Grindylin could go to lengths
Beyond the normal scope within.
Her actions bated more than sin.
The mother who created her,
A demon mating with a cur
Of some close lineage to Cain
Expressed dismay in her domain …
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. He also has a short story featured in their upcoming release, Unleashed: Monsters Vs. Zombies.