Something comes to look around.
First it looks this way.
Then it looks that way.

It is not what you think at all.
It is what you want it to be.
But, are afraid to admit it.

The ego and soul cower at your presence.
You devour all that stand in your way.
You are, what I think you are.

HOLLOWeen approaches, silently, slowly before…………………………