He Who Walks Alone


He walks alone, as the sunlight fades behind him
He walks alone, forsaken by all.
Forgiven by none, he walks alone.
Even the sun, bright sun, refuses to shine upon him
He walks alone and in the dark, ephemeral and lost.
Little but a ghost is left, and ghosts will walk alone.
He walks alone, lost in the darkness,
abandoned by all who once cared.
He walks alone, a lonely phantom,
all those he once loved have faded;
he, too, has faded.
Fear trails in his heavy footsteps; I, too fear him.
Reverence trails in his heavy footsteps; I, too, revere him,
he who walks alone and in the dark, ephemeral and lost,
a lonely phantom forgotten by all but the shadows
Deserted, discarded like a broken toy
Desolation follows him and no one dares challenge
He who walks alone, forsaken by all, forgiven by none
his dark deeds of devastation left him broken and lost,
a lonely phantom filled with fiery rage,
all his love turned to bitter hatred,
his passion to acrid hurt...
Pain was his portion, that one who walked alone.

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