My Dark Half Poem by Alexander Onoja

Things aren't always as they appear.

There's one thing I despise. Nay two,

Life and a reflection of myself.

Can you imagine so absurd a view?

It gets scary as the hour strikes twelve.

Imaginary sometimes are the things we fear.

There are two things I hate. Nay three,

A dog, onions, and a man that prays.

Don't give me that look, I'm not evil, not me,

But the ones with harsh and leisured gaze.

Am stuck with the charades in my sphere.

There are three things I dislike. Nay four,

The bird, the wind, a smile and a child.

I was helpless as all four came knocking on my door,

My heart not averse to being beguiled.

I've armed myself, my vengeance is near.

There's one thing I love, two I will kill for,

I love all the things they condemn.

I'll kill to see my fiends at war,

And a chance to be free of them.

But things aren't always as they appear.