A bit of Gawain and the Green Knight, that I translated, a bit freely. Gawain and the Green Knight He goaded Gringolet and made his track Close by the rocks and down the wooded way The rougher road deep down into the dale; And there he waited, in a lonely spot, And saw no shelter anywhere about, But high banks tall on either side; (Rough-knuckled chunks of knobbled rock They scraped the stormclouds Scooting through the sky) That's where he halted, pulling up his horse Craning about - where was this 'chapel' then? - A place where nothing could be seen Except, quite close, a grassy knoll (A barrow on the bank beside the brook. That briskly boiled and bubbled to the brim That forked and forced the flow into a flood) "Gee up old horse, let's go and take a look" Lightly dismounted and he tethered up His horse against a handy linden tree Eyeing the barrow as he stalked about. He had to wonder what the hell it was: It had a hole in one end, and both sides It was all overgrown with grassy tufts Empty inside, a shabby cave Just some old hole In some old knoll Although... "Good God!" said Gawain " This is the 'Chapel Green' A chapel where a demon might Perform his rituals in the dead of night" It's clear - he thought - The place is derelict, Abandoned temple, overgrown with grass; It suits the knight who is himself all green I know he is a demon, in my bones, He lured me here to slaughter me. "To this Cathedral of darkness This temple of evil." His helmet on his head, his spear in hand He climbed up on the grassy knoll And then, beyond the rocks, beyond the brook, Upon the hillside, came an awful sound. 'Whaaa...' So loud it almost split the cliff Like scraping scythes on grindstone 'Whaaa...' Sound churning in air Like a millstream 'Whaaa...' Ringing through the valley Hateful to hear "That sound", said Gawain, "Marks my end; He's sharpening his axe to strike me down. God's will be done It's out of my hands now. I'm going to die, But, God, I won't back down."