The Slender Man.

By Daragh Hodnett, 2nd year.

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 mourns something itself,

For your funeral he dresses,

To put another soul on his shelf.

Don’t dare try to hide,

It’s useless to try to run.

He’ll chase you in the darkness,

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.

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