The Bandage Man

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Deep in the woods, a legend stands,
A specter feared across the lands.
A figure wrapped in tattered cloth,
A ghostly sight, both eerie and loath.
They call him Bandage Man, they say,
A ghoul that haunts the night and day.
With crimson eyes that pierce the dark,
He roams the forest, cold and stark.
His ragged garb, a shroud of pain,
Conceals a story, twisted and arcane.
A tale of woe, of loss and dread,
A restless soul, forever undead.
He beckons travelers with a sway,
Luring them off the beaten way.
But those who dare to follow his lead,
Are never seen again, indeed.
For Bandage Man, a vengeful soul,
Seeks solace in a grisly toll.
He binds his victims, one by one,
A haunting ritual, never undone.
So beware the woods, when shadows loom,
And heed the warnings of impending doom.
For Bandage Man, a phantom dire,
Will haunt your nightmares, forever inspire.