In the fields where the dead corn does sway
A Dwarf named Beorn marched in one day
From shadows deep, the centipede crept
With dwarven skin it quietly stepped
Calling out for food at night
Beorn challenged it to a deadly fight
Our hero stood firm, his maul swung wide
With strength and courage he would not hide
He then swung with his axe with mighty force
To end the beast Beorn stayed his course
The centipede lunged, acid it spewed
A monstrous site, its form was crude
But Beorn was quick, his axe did fly
He struck the beast under the clear sky
The battle raged midst the corn so tall
After many strikes, the beast did fall
At last Beorn roared with a final blow
He felled the beast and his legend would grow.