Devotion to his own kind, to his king, “Anything I can do, here on this earth to earn your love, oh great king, anything more than I have done, battles I can fight in your honor, summon me, I will come as I came once before,” (1822). He bled, he fought, until his last breath. He was cheeky, due to his thrashing accomplishments. Every bloodshed won, was not only devoted to his king but his God as well, ”I’d have been dead at once, and the fight finished, the she-devil victorious, if our Father in Heaven had not helped me,” (1655). He was devoted to few, but many devoted him. My almighty, dear Beowulf, devote to us all, as we shall.
Hungry for zealously, every pugnacious was followed by a much greater strive. Victory after victory, his zealously grew gradionse. Battle one, effortless. Battle two, he grew with zealously to defend himself, not surrendering to her feet, said Beowulf, “...for truth of right, Ruler, of the Heavens, once Beowulf was back on his feet and fighting,” (1555). …show more content…
His carnages are his keepsake. Blood bath parade after another, he feared no such thing, as so, “...he saw nothing to fear, thought nothing of the beast’s claws or wings, or flaming jaws-he had fought, before, against worse odds, had survived, been victorious, in harsher battles…” (2347). Fear was never one of his titles. His many conquests brought fame, as proclaimed in the poem, “I’ve never known fear; as a youth I fought in endless battles. I am old now, but I will fight again, seek fame still…” (2511). His victories were remarkable. He gave his carnages and his king a sense of aspiration, but God was his inducement for his successful