So, after nightfall, Grendel set out for the lofty house, to see how the Ring-Dane was settling into it after their drink, and there he came upon them, a company of the best asleep from their feasting, insensible to pain and human sorrow. Suddenly then the God-curse brute was creating havoc: greedy and grim, he grabbed thirty men from their resting places and rushed to his lair, flushed up and inflamed from the raid, blundering back with the butchered corpses. Then as dawn brightened and the day broke Grendel's power of destruction was plain: their wassail was over, they wept to heaven and mourned under the morning. Their mighty prince the storied leader, sat stricken and helpless, humiliated by the loss of his guard, bewildered and stunned, staring aghast at the demon's trail, in deep distress. He was numb with grief but got no respite for one night later merciless Grednedl struck again with more gruesome murders. Malignant by nature, he never showed remorse. It was easy then to meet with a man shifting himself to a safer distance to bed in both lies, for who could be blind to the evidence of his eyes, the obviousness of that hall-watcher's hate? Whoever escaped kept a weather-eye open and moved away. So Grendel ruled in defiance of right, one against all, until the greatest house in the world stood empty, a deserted wallstead. For twelve winters, seasons of woe, the lord of the Sheildings suffer under his load of sorrow; and so, before long the news was known over the whole world. Sad lays were sung about the beset king, the vicious raids and ravages of Grendel, his long and unrelenting feud, nothing but war; how he would never parley or make peace with any Dane nor stop his death-dealing nor pay the death-price. No counselor could ever expect fair reparation from those rabis hands. All were endangered; young and old were hunted down by that dark death-shadow who lurked and swoop in the long nights on the misty moors; nobody knows where these reavers from hell roam on their errands.

Kennings are often more descriptive than simple nouns. Identity the kenning in line 75(above). How does this kenning help readers visualize Grendel? What do you see when you read these descriptions and imagery?