The Slender One

Lost in the woods with no light in sight
You tentatively step forward, a gamble of life to take
The trees leer at you, closing you in tight
They twist to the wind’s whim like a vicious snake
To drag you deeper into their ghostly home
You clutch yourself, wandering forever in the night

You feel a presence behind you like that of a ghost
You try to shake it off, but whirl around in worriment
To only the pitch black in the comfort of forest host
You continue forward, cold and silent
The forest howls trying to frighten you
You ignore it, the way out was important the most

You come to a clearing and leap back in shock
There is a tall man in a classy black suit
Wearing a featureless face as pasty as chalk
Tentacles stream from his back and convolute
He cocks his head to the side; you swear he could smile
Your legs take off running; you have no time to gawk

The urban legend is more than a tall tale and you are to die
If you don’t find a way out of these haunted woods in time
You wish there is someone to hear you scream this cry
It won’t be long before it is your final chime
You pick up the pace, hoping to outrun the tall pale tree
However, it was about to be someone’s dinnertime

There is a flash of bright light and a whisk of dark
The next thing you know you are entwined in the black tree’s branches
Face to face with the pale-faced man; your heart is stark
With a piercing pain your neck is wrapped in broken harmonizes
Your vision becomes blurry and you know your end is neigh
Your spirit fades to grey and prepares for its disembark

So remember my dear children if you want to go into my lovely forest
That I will be waiting patiently to gorge upon your delicious soul
I will tie your corpse to the old oak tree as I have no desire for the rest
When you ask my name, I will say I’m the Slender One thinner than a pole
Oh, Children, my children, let your parents tuck you in bed
But do not sleep tight, as you may just become a part of my harvest