The day was done and the sun had set,
So I choose to rest what my thoughts would let.
Close the windows, turn out the lights,
And under the blankets for all of the night.
Soon a peaceful sleep had come,
Until a sound much like a drum,
Had awoken me much too fast,
Before my dreams had yet to pass.
In the darkness I looked around,
When in the corner I had found,
The shape of a man, tall and thin,
In a suit of black, with a voice of pins.
I cannot recall as to what he said,
And lucky though I am not dead,
I am plagued by that face so pale, so gaunt,
As in my mind it shall forever haunt.
When he returns I will disappear,
The way fog does in a mirror,
So heed my tale and learn to fear,
For the Slender Man is always near.
