Par Obscurum Poem by Wesley Mincin

Par Obscurum

Here I stand before my foe,
one from inside, I already know.
He stands with pride, emitting fear;
A posing threat to all that's dear.
He knows me more than I know I,
he knows my life and how I'll die.
He haunts my dreams and taints my mind
My enemy; one of a kind
Like darkened water, he's mystery
He's seen me through my history
A raven as I walk this Earth
A parasite from time of birth
I try to push away his power,
but fear a failure of a coward.
Yet, as I try to draw the line,
I hear the slaughtering of swine.
I listen to the sound of pain,
but force myself to remain sane.
I cannot let him conquer me,
to inflict suffering is his creed.
How he came to be, unknown
He gains dark aura from me to hone
The evil to my side of light,
an equal to me as we fight,
to gain control of who is stronger.
But can I fight for any longer?
Should I give into dark Wes
or kill myself and lay to rest?
Or should I fight and win his game
and shackle his powers in which to tame?