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Moonlit frost
Cradles the land
It paints my face
A numb white mask
Memories lost
Fading to gray
To abandoned places
Shunned by day.
On broken playgrounds
Where lost ones played
I still hear their laughter
As they were led away.
The birds have been silenced
Along with my voice
Not by violence
I was given a choice.
By a spidery phantom
Ancient, malign
Null and unnatural
But for which we pined
He steals through the daylight
Not restricted to night
He's searching for something
With sick, soothing vibes.
At the edge of the woods
Where animals hang
From the branches, untouched
By claw or by fang.
The mist tries to borrow
an enemy's face
Elation and sorrow
A demonic embrace.
Born from our longing
For monsters revived
From deepening shadows
Where echoes confide
Terrible, transient, present but faint
Look long and hard
And you'll see its taint.
Elegant lunacy
Comes to my side
Too weak to withstand
This dark lullaby
Skeletal fingers
Draw down my spine
And I hear him whisper,
You'll always be mine.
Cradles the land
It paints my face
A numb white mask
Memories lost
Fading to gray
To abandoned places
Shunned by day.
On broken playgrounds
Where lost ones played
I still hear their laughter
As they were led away.
The birds have been silenced
Along with my voice
Not by violence
I was given a choice.
By a spidery phantom
Ancient, malign
Null and unnatural
But for which we pined
He steals through the daylight
Not restricted to night
He's searching for something
With sick, soothing vibes.
At the edge of the woods
Where animals hang
From the branches, untouched
By claw or by fang.
The mist tries to borrow
an enemy's face
Elation and sorrow
A demonic embrace.
Born from our longing
For monsters revived
From deepening shadows
Where echoes confide
Terrible, transient, present but faint
Look long and hard
And you'll see its taint.
Elegant lunacy
Comes to my side
Too weak to withstand
This dark lullaby
Skeletal fingers
Draw down my spine
And I hear him whisper,
You'll always be mine.
Literature
slender slender
he has no reason
for what he does
leaving trails of bone and blood
without eyes he'll watch and wait
he feels no love he feels no hate
taller than the trees he hides behind
he'll never live he never died
he became in the shadows
he stalks in the light
but they never see him
even if it is bright
they think im insane
tHey ThINk Im NoT RiGHt
and now im in the darkness
AlOne
with out light
Literature
Slenderman
Slenderman
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
Literature
In the dark Slenderman masky
The night was cold and foggy. It was always cold and foggy now it seemed. He crouched down in the corner of their shelter and pulled his coat a bit closer around him. He coughed into his sleeve and then pulled out his pills and water. It was another night that would be filled with him thinking about everything that was happening.
He coughed again and popped two of the pills, following them down with a swig of water. He could hear his master in the shadows of the cave, blending in with the inky blackness.
This had all started with a fear. A fear of dying. A fear of the unknown. He had made a deal with the devil, and now was being controlled
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I don't know what it is with Slender Man that piques my Muse's interest so much, but I welcome it, considering its being rather stubborn about the bigger projects.
Though I hope I don't end up like one of those horror movie bimbos who practically puts up a big neon sign in her yard for the monster to see, and then, during the final chase scene, trips and falls at the worst possible time and gets torn to shreds, or mind-sucked, or perhaps just hugged because all he ever wanted was a friend. Yeah...
Though I hope I don't end up like one of those horror movie bimbos who practically puts up a big neon sign in her yard for the monster to see, and then, during the final chase scene, trips and falls at the worst possible time and gets torn to shreds, or mind-sucked, or perhaps just hugged because all he ever wanted was a friend. Yeah...
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Your poems are a amazingly awesome XD