In the shadows, tall and thin,
A faceless gaze, a crooked grin.
Through the trees, he softly glides,
A chilling specter where fear resides.
No voice, no eyes, yet whispers call,
A presence felt, unseen by all.
In the quiet, he claims his prey,
Slenderman waits, then slips away.
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