Slender Man - Poem By Rostin Amirani
Oh, should I travel through the woods.
Or should I not wishing I would.
For above me lurks within the trees.
No one could hear my deathly screams.
The palest man, the blackest suit.
Bigger than the tallest brute.
Six black arms will grab you up.
Or, stalk you till you just give up.
A top that bares upon his head.
Makes your soul fill up with dread.
He takes you when you least expect. ...