I am a nomad who can kill for ones money’s worth,

People call me warrior, knight, sometimes death,

I see myself as a skilled labor who gets paid for his skill,

The one person you want when you need someone to kill,

Today, I have been paid to kill a beast,

Which carried a fortune of two villages at least,

I thought they might have been fools to pay me this much,

But when I saw the beast , I have never seen a majestic beauty as such,

I lost myself in the awe of appreciating its overwhelming presence,

Coming to my senses I draw my sword from my sheath,

I was in fright and also ready to fight,

Then my shiny sword and my attack posture caught its sight,

It started flying towards me with all the speed it got along with loud scream,

Which made me scream matching the sound of beast resulting me waking from the dream.