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Paraphrased lines 3038-3075 The Geats saw something very peculiar, the frightening and dangerous dragon lay on the ground, glaring at him. The fierce dragon was partially burnt and had various colors all throughout his body, it's length was fifty feet. He glimmered in the night, flew back to his den; but now he is dead he would never enter the world again. next to him were dishes and pitchers, quiet bottles, priceless swords rusted away, no matter how well they have been made for they sat for thousands of winters. The huge storage, filled with gold from the ancients, spell-bound, meaning no one was allowed to get into the cache unless God, the keeper of the place, the winner of winners, allowed one to enter that had pleased him- his eyes had to be worthy- enough to open it.

It led to nothing the one that had hidden wrongly the riches had gone. The dragon first killed many men, later had returned the favor to end the battle. Famous for his deeds a great warrior would be, but it's still a mystery how he shall die, when he will stop breathing in the mead-hall. Great Beowulf, he fought through hard times and he faced the deadly dragon. He was inexperienced as to how he will die. The chiefs that buried his gold chanted that until the world ends that anyone that stole from it would be cursed and punished for their sin, pull by the hell of Christianity. Beowulf stares at his gold the first time, it wasn’t self-centered.