This is a poem I wrote around 2:00 am for an English class, turned out rather well when I came to the follow day, so I thought I'd upload it to see what other people thought of it.

Dwelling in the dark dank depths of her domain
She slinks and slithers, stealthing silently
Waiting, wond'ring whether her boy will walk again
Here he is, hounded and helpless with a weak beating heart
She holds the dear drowning life as the grip of death takes him to hell
She has but revenge, a bitter remorseless retribution that knows no never
Beowulf be bid to bring his battle to her berth as a bastion of the brave
Her evil, villainous form endows her with enormous, hideous strength she knows to be enough
Willing her personal demon to come, the villain in her eyes lacking in virtue and donning a spiteful veil
She has naught left but spite, with her target in sight, she is left without a chance in the slight