A Tribute To Slender Man

Roaming the woods in the dead of night
When people see you, they get one hell of a fright
They try to run, they quicken their pace
From the man dressed in black, the man with no face
When they see you, there is no turning back
These are your woods, and you will attack
You are the stuff of legends, the stuff of dreams
When people see you, you can hear their screams
Where did you come from, why do you show
Maybe an alien? Well, nobody knows
Everyone would like an answer, to why you are here
But everytime they see you, they disappear
People stay home because they are wary
They know that the woods are pretty damn scary
With you roaming around in your black suit and tie
You're one scary dude, that nobody can deny
You're seen around the globe, in many different places
In many different forms and many different faces
But the face that holds true, the one to beware
Is the one with no face, the one with the blank stare
You're revered and feared all at the same time
To talk of you on the street, well that would be a crime
So this is for you, ol' Slendy my man
Keep on scaring these folks, 'cause I know thats your plan.

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Comments
It's funny, Tony. Whenever I try to talk to people about Creepy Pasta they think I'm referring to some sort of morbid Italian dish.
Slender Man is truly the sort of thing nightmares are forged from.
Well done, a very eerie ambiance created here!
~Dean Kuch
Morbid italian dish? Lol, that's funny. Anyway, thanks for your positive feedback. I really appreciate it. ???
Hahahaha, it's always a pleasure, Tony.
Take care,
~Dean ???