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In the thickets wild a shadow figure moves amongst the
Hollows, a deadly presence of evil penetrates through
The forest, it waits as a predator seeking its prey.
On a woodlands path where children do linger, a ghostly
Presences is drawn by innocence, eerily it moves undetected,
From shade to shadows it chokes the chilly autumn air, with
It is a beastly creation, thirsting for the youthful souls of the
Young, an abomination worthy of mankind's disdain, appearing
At its own freakish whim, to snatch the unattended children of
Man, then vanishing without a trace.
In a black suit of death he is so dressed, this urban legend,
Called the slender man, with hypnotic eyes of crimson red,
Yet this devil's kindred is sad to have no face.
Hell's spawned demon, with tentacles for arms, reaches out
Out wardly beyond from darkness keep, dragging limp, lifeless
Small shapes of our off spring unto his dark domain's abyss.
This heckling jackal, laughs at our rage, mocking the weeping
Mother who has heard her child screams, in the approaching dusk's
Falling, but it is too late.
Cry for the little children whom are lost unto him, for salvations
Angels of mercy, dare not even challenge him, for he is evil incarnate,
Pure crimson running into the blackness of death itself.
Oh Rock that cradle dear mother, and let the gentle breeze
Brush across the beloved bundle resting within the cradle of humanity,
Sing your sweet
Songs lullaby, but never shall thee leave it, even for a moment,
Beware thy never know whom may be lingering near by.
Proud father, hold tightly to little Johnny hand, feel his tiny trusting
Eyes as you walk along side that well known path, don't stop to speak
To that stranger behind you, for remember to practice what thy preach,
Where does this slender man come from, and why does he thirst for our
Youthful young, no one knows the answer to these questions, but beware
For he strikes with lightening speed, taking that which is most dear to
Let not that small hand slide away from you, no other warmth can feel
As sweet as that of your children's trusting faith, be ever wary, and hold
Your child close, for in the woodlands an evil awaits and they call him,
The slender man.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN