While you rest unbound, asleep

The Slenderman will take his keep

His rounded face so blank, so graceful

Dressed in suits that seem so tasteful

Long dark legs that step and stagger

Long fingers sharp like daggers

Moving in such rapid pace

Gaining on you with no haste

So close to you, no less than an inch

Do not move, blink or flinch

For he delivers pure demise

A cursed soul in disguise

The Slenderman makes no mistake

For he will have your soul to take….