Okay, just a quick poem that wouldn't get out of my head, probably the only thing I'm going to post in this fandom since I'm not really a horror writer, the mystery of slender man fascinated me for a bit and I just wanted to get this out, please enjoy, reviews are always welcome!
A Killer in Mourner's Clothes
He is always there at the edge of your vision
there is no hope once he's made his decision.
A circling vulture, the harsh cry of crows
He is a killer in mourner's clothes.
He comes ever closer, drawing near
delighting in every scream and tear.
Until he draws you into his home
the trap is sprung and you are alone.
Deeper and further in you must run
but the chase is only begun
Until crimson tears your cheeks do stain
you will never see your family again
And now he will raise a hand
the time has come for your last stand.