The Struggle of the Hallowman
The Hallowman walks alone, through the darkness of the night, Haunted by his own existence, a being without a light. He is a creature born of shadows, of the darkness deep and cold, A figure that inspires fear, with a story never told.
He wanders through the shadows, a lonely, spectral soul, Haunted by his own existence, and the darkness that controls. He struggles with his nature, with the darkness in his heart, And fears he's nothing more, than a monster set apart.
The Hallowman yearns for sunlight, for the warmth of human touch, But his spectral form forbids it, and he fears he's lost too much. He longs to be a hero, to be loved and to be known, But his nature is so dark, that he's afraid he'll always roam.
He battles with his demons, with the darkness in his soul, And sometimes he succumbs to it, and feels he's lost control. He wonders if he's a monster, a creature of the night, Or if he's something more, with a purpose that's in sight.
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The Hallowman struggles every day, with the darkness and the fear, And sometimes he wonders, if there's anything worth being near. But deep inside his heart, he knows there's love and hope and light, And he'll keep on fighting, through the darkness of the night.
For though he may be haunted, by his spectral form and pain, The Hallowman will never stop, and he'll never be in vain. For he's a creature of the shadows, a being born of night, And his struggle with his darkness, only makes him shine more bright.
But as the darkness deepens, and the night becomes more stark, The Hallowman feels the pull, of his nature's ominous mark. He struggles with the urge, to give in to the dark, And fears that soon enough, he'll leave his human spark.
The Hallowman fights the shadows, with a fierce and stubborn might, But deep inside his heart, he knows there's something that's not right. He feels the darkness closing in, the fear and the despair, And wonders if he's doomed, to live forever in the snare.
For though he fights the shadows, and battles with his fear, The Hallowman knows the truth, that darkness is always near. And as he roams the world, a creature of the night, He wonders if there's hope, for him to see the light.