The shadows stirred and whispered low

As the Hallowman took to the night.

He felt the presence of a foe,

A rider mounted for a fight.

The Headless Horseman, blade in hand,

Came charging down the path ahead.

The Hallowman knew he had to stand

Against this spectral figure, undead.

The Horseman swung his blade with might,

The Hallowman dodged with ease.

He struck the Horseman's side with spite,

The Horseman fell to his knees.

But rising up, the Horseman snarled,

And swung his blade once more.

The Hallowman saw his chance unfurled,

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And dove beneath the Horseman's roar.

The Horseman's blade was sharp and true,

But the Hallowman was quick and nimble.

He dodged each stroke, and with a shout, he drew

His misty form into a deadly thimble.

The Hallowman surged with mist and might,

And wrapped himself around the Horseman's neck.

The Horseman thrashed and fought to fight,

But the Hallowman held his spectral check.

The shadows swirled and danced in glee

As the Horseman's form began to fade.

The Hallowman had won the melee,

The Horseman's soul now in the Hallowman's shade.

The Hallowman, victorious and strong,

Disappeared into the shadows deep.

He knew that he would not be long

Before another foe would seek to reap.

For the Hallowman, born of fear and dread,

Is a creature that will never rest.

He will fight and battle until he's dead,

A terror from which none can divest.