Slenderman Poem by Zephyr Cullen

No face to show emotion
No eyes to see you cry
He towers over you like the trees
He stalks you in the night
A suit as black as death
As if it morns something it self
for your funeral he dresses
To put another soul on his shelf.
Don't dare try to hide
It's usless to try to run
He'll chase you in the darnkess
If only for the fun
Some call him death
Some the deadly friend
But to me he's the tall and silent
To me he's slenderman.