Creepypasta Poetry

Slenderman

No one knows the past
Of the man with no face,
So no on is quite sure
As to how he got this way,

He lurks in the shadows
Near the darkest of trees,
And hides the eight pages
For his victims to see,

He preferably stalks
Children of young age,
And once the child sees him
He's reached the final stage,

He lured his victims to forests
No one knows what happens there,
For there is never a body or evidence
Just the families despair,

So if you see the man
Tall in a suit and no faced,
Best be prepared to die
For you can't outrun his pace.