Warrior
I conquer worlds like it is my duty
Slipping into fantasy and fright
Standing outside the darkest night
Stowing adrift in sanity’s grip
Slipping into fantasy and fright
Howling moon stands at the ready
Stowing adrift in sanity’s grip
I cannot imagine a more hideous trip
Howling moon stands at the ready
I conquer worlds like it is my duty
I cannot imagine a more hideous trip
Standing outside the darkest night
I like the sense of foreboding this poem conveys! And congrats on using rhyming! I’ve never been brave enough to try that with a pantoum.
Thanks. It came out better than I expected