He Who Walks A Desolate Path

He appeared, clothed in

billowing black robes,

robes as dark as night

to inspire fright

in those who dared

to shine their light.

He glided lifelessly

but snarled violently

at those who failed

to cower frightfully.

His face had the pallor

of alabaster,

or perhaps

a faded tomb stone,

for this is a man with countless foes,

for this is a man with infinite woes.

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