The Dark Whisperer

I found myself stumbling this this way and that, searching furiously for my enemy. Marching for ages, through shine and storm, through hell and heaven and back through hell again, ever longing, ever yearning to find and destroy that which was the source of my despair. I attacked my brothers, my surroundings, lashing out at any and everything in desperation.

And each time that I believed I had found it, and overcame it, I was mistaken. The removal of this obstacle and then that one. The attaining of this power and that possession, but none proving to be or to destroy the final enemy. Not at all. Not even close.