An original poem in semi Sonnet format

He is the one
who laughs at your pain
Tasting your fear
At saying his name.

He waits for you
Within his dead city
Heart just as bleak
and feeling no pity.

He is the one
Who preys on the ignorant
The stupid, the frail
Who think they are different.

He’ll grant you power
And Vengeance and love
But you can't control him
Once he is above.

The words had come easy
And so had the favour
But now that he's holding his hand out
You waver.

You are the one 
who summoned him here
So you cannot Blench 
When the price is so dear.