Slender

Whispers through the trees, and screams through the night,
Where the children play at the edge of fire,
A tall man stands, skin of pale, moonlit white.

Just around the corner, do not forget your light,
Standing directly behind, Or is it just your mind?
Whispers through the trees, and screams through the night.

The forest sings a lullaby of internal fright,
Softly calling leaves and old, broken bones,
A tall man stands, skin of pale, moonlit white.

He takes them away, with no mercy in sight,
Static tears through velvet ears and even softer flesh,
Whispers through the trees, and screams through the night.

The slender man walks and becomes a final ‘good-night’,
In the center of his kin, who believe the blood-oath true,
A tall man stands, skin of pale, moonlit white.

Where the children scream in the forest of blight,
By the edge of the fire, in his formal attire,
Whispers through the trees, and screams through the night,
A tall man stands, skin of pale, moonlit white.