Near to death
the day is done
and the sun has set
so I choose to rest what my thoughts would let
close the windows
turn out the lights
and under the blankets for all the night
soon a peaceful sleep had come
until a sound of a drum
had awoken me much too fast
before my dream had yet to pass
in the darkness I looked around
when in the corner
I had found the shape of a man
tall and thin
in a suit of black
with a voice of pins
I cannot recall as to what he said
and luckily though I am not dead
I am plagued by the face so pale
so gaunt
as a sin my mind it shall forever haunt
when he returns I will disappear
the way fog does in a mirror
so heed my tale and learn to fear
for the slender man is always near
