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