To ceiling-vents wound ruin-fire great;
the swell-flame, the greedy-most of spirits there,
all for-swallowed, all whom fray had reft
from both the clans. Their grandeur passed away.
From CWKB XI. (Compare Beowulf, lines 1119 to 1124.)

The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
To ceiling-vents wound ruin-fire great;
the swell-flame, the greedy-most of spirits there,
all for-swallowed, all whom fray had reft
from both the clans. Their grandeur passed away.
From CWKB XI. (Compare Beowulf, lines 1119 to 1124.)