A breath intake
That's all he needs
Thrown in lake
As the monster feeds
With an arm lost
It became hard
They bought him at a cost
Left him with a guard
A champ swimmer was he
But kept himself low
Like a lock and a key
He was ready for a blow
Nasty lake monster
Feared by many
Ordered by minister
Whoever kills, will get lots of penny
Here they thought
The monster would eat
But under water he fought
It smelled the meat
It's head sliced by a sword he hid
People thought, the monster got the bait
In the lake towards the mid
With spears was the monsters wait
Blood turning lake to red
He swam up with the monsters head
Nearing the lake bed
People rejoiced with the monster dead
The honor of bravery
He was awarded for
No longer slavery
He was respected more...
©sim
Spilling imagination. Fiction.
Story poem.