Children playing in the streets, unaware, not frightened
Happy games and laughter, smiles, their little faces brightened
Don't you see that figure there ?, one child just asks another
I do, repeats, why, ain't that just indeed your bigger brother ?
A man, it seems, all tall and thin, and black, and just there, standing
And coming closer, step by step, forcing the sun go down
And darkness comes, the laughter freezes
All children wearing frown.
Who are you, Sir ?, the bravest asks, and steps a little further
He'll be the first, but not the last, the day of mindless murder.
The figure raises both his arms, forward to hug the boy
Who collapses, falls to the ground, his eyes widened in cloy.
Now screams arise, the children want to run, back home, to safety -
No chance, I say, for Slender Man is here to take them all.
Their eyes, no tears, no sound, comes out of their little mouths
Just standing there, awaiting fate, doomed, for death they call.
And disappeared, as he has come, the Slender Man's just gone
The children, still, rigid with fear, are in mourning for their friend
Who gave, not knowing what he did, his life to hell himself
Who sacrificed his soul convincing Slender Man to end
Leaving this earth, his hollow though, is lying on the street
No one will ever bring him back, the family in grief
And as his brother's growing up, no nightmare haunts at all
Though every night he beggs it had been him to die for all...