He can't walk but constantly moves
The man called slender stalks withen the trees
Who your eyes almost never see
He has no face but still an see
And he is looking for me
He hides things for children to find
They don't seem to mind
He follows children then steals their souls
His heart looks as black as coal
If you see him you will die
He won't even let you cry
A playground of kids you will see
And one of them is probably me
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The Man With No Face
PoetryA child tells the story of the creature that kidnapped him while he was in the woods
