The Slenderman Poem

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In the woods, where darkness falls,
There lurks a figure, tall and thin.
With arms like tendrils, stretching wide,
He moves with stealth, no footfalls heard.
His face obscured, his form a blur,
A phantom born of myth and fear.
With glowing eyes that pierce the night,
He haunts your dreams, a chilling sight.
Beware the Slenderman's gaze,
For madness follows in his wake.
He preys on souls who dare to stray,
Into his realm, where shadows play.
So heed this warning, if you can,
And stay away from Slender's land.
For once he sets his sights on you,
There's naught to do but bid adieu.