I see the deadliest storm
I feel it's fullest perfection
I hauled my ghost to see
Just how the corpses appear to be
No longer hollow and empty of color
But instead
Light has replaced their misery
And just knowing that i helped to kill
That little part they hated
Was a new world I learned and embraced
So i stopped raving again
And started to break my chain
To escape this wavering reflection
And create a new one
Answer:
Beowulf lies dead, and Wiglaf is bowed down with grief at the loss of his lord. The dragon, too, lies slain on the ground. The poet briefly commemorates the beast's end. ... He suggests that foreign warlords will be sure to attack the Geats now that Beowulf can no longer protect them.
the direct object would be the playoff game
