Walking Sam

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Walking Sam, a phantom of the night,
A spectral figure, with a presence so slight.
He roams the woods, with footsteps unheard,
A mysterious entity, like an elusive bird.
He's said to wander, in the deep, dark trees,
A shadowy figure, that no one truly sees.
Whispered tales, of a tall, lanky frame,
A hat pulled low, to conceal his name.
Walking Sam, a specter of lore,
With glowing red eyes, that chill to the core.
He's said to follow, those who dare to tread,
In the haunted forest, where he's often said.
Some claim to hear him, his footsteps light,
A rustle in the leaves, on a moonless night.
Others say he calls, with an eerie voice,
A warning to those, who make a reckless choice.
But who is Walking Sam, and what does he seek?
A mystery unsolved, that makes the curious weak.
Is he a ghost, or a figment of the mind?
A legend passed down, through stories entwined.
So if you venture, into the woods so deep,
Beware of Walking Sam, and the secrets he keeps.
For he may be watching, with eyes aglow,
A phantom of the night, with a story to show.