So long ago and far away
Within a place where shadows sway
Evolved an evil out of spite;
Unholy creatures void of light.
An anthem of a mother’s plea
For triumph o’er humanity
Comprised of hate and venom spit.
Coitus in a frothing pit
Evoked a spell of Grindylin-
The witch whose body, wrecked with sin
Perpetuated as a myth
A son named Grendel, kin and kith.
His father, Grundel, creature found
Beneath the lakes of Daneland’s ground
Aroused her loins and called her his;
Together sharing wedded bliss
Begot a child monstrosity
To later breed atrocity.
But for a moment, family ties
Exemplified the trio’s rise
To power in the realms of filth
Provoking land with creatures’ tilth.
Nomadic beings cursed in pain
Descended from the sons of Cain;
The fallen angels lusty seed
Implanted by the mortal’s need
To procreate demonic brood.
The offspring eating men for food.
This Grindylin had siblings, three,
A brother, beastly as could be.
Two sisters, witches just as she-
They rounded out her family.
Unlike the others in the realm,
Unparalleled from stern to helm,
The fearsome four could be as snakes,
Behemoths there beneath the lakes.
Transforming fingers, hands or toes
Into a serpent’s hissing pose.
Indeed, their legs could become tails
Allowing them to slither; scales
Embellished every body part.
The four were envied from the start.
Amazed by all they had beheld,
The other monsters sulked and quelled
The jealous envy’s bated hook
And did so with each hungry look.
A massive beast in Ganther’s form
Displaced him from the beastly norm.
Aside from Grundel, none but he
Eclipsed the lands enormously.
His snakelike features, dragon bred,
A scaly torso; serpent head
And fangs the length of limbs of trees
Convened to bring death to its knees
For even spirits feared the wrath
If ever they stood in his path.
As well, the sisters held their own
Amid the monsters they had known
And yea, were versed in magic spell;
The sisters, spawns of darkest hell.
Amassing power from the veil
Of venom in a poisoned swell.
The first was Gandolina, vile.
The second, Gistolon, her smile
Revealed the manner of a beast.
The sisters both enjoyed to feast
Upon the flesh of mortal men.
Devouring blood and bone and skin,
Compared to other creatures, these
Converged upon the worst degrees,
Expressing nothing in their wake
Except the presence of a snake.
As Gandolina entered first
Into the world of demons, cursed,
Deranged, she had no sympathy,
And deep in her anatomy
Amassed a cruel and daunting heart,
The sum of evil in each part.
Beyond the other three, her reach
Extended deeper; seemed to breech
The underworld and out as well,
Commanding creatures straight from Hell.
Within the lands and far abroad,
She mocked and cursed the name of God
Embellished in the devil’s might.
A power hungry, spawned to fight.
As Gistolon and Ganther grew,
And Grindylin and Grundel, too,
All powerful each creature’s wrath,
Except for Gandolina’s path.
Much more than just of Cain’s descent,
a secret story; her lament
Enveloped and enraged her so,
And bade her strength to ebb and flow.
Convicted by the need to bleed,
Insatiable, her want to feed
Upon the flesh and bone of man
Propelled her forth, a seething plan.
Unto the realm of ancient kings,
Verbose and boastful, bragging things
The devil-woman had surmised.
Reducing size, she came disguised
Embarking on her own free will
Maliciously intent to kill …