Stranger In Our Mist
Stranger in Our Mist
Stranger in our mist
Who is he who is strong with a fist
He charges with an unheard goal
That is surely to take many souls
On this bold, nonconformist quest
Trying with determination, his best
Like a centurion going to battle
His enemies he does try to rattle
No need for iron or steel this night
For he already knows he will the fight
Strongly equipped within the mind
Others are bound by what they find
In the cranium
That will drain ‘em
What keeps his strength
For such a immensive length.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
