He Sees

It's been a long while since my last blog post, going on two weeks now, and even then the last post I made was a Friday Night Who UK update. I mentioned back when I first started the blog that, if I couldn't get round to writing new and regular posts, I would fall back on some old material that I produced before I had this blog. This is a good thing both for me, the writer, and you, the reader. I don't have to struggle to create new content quickly if I don't have the time or willpower, but you're still able to read something you've never seen before and (hopefully) enjoy it just like you would a brand new blog post.

The first thing I came across while I was looking for something new to post was this poem I wrote a while back. It's very short and very rushed and a bit rubbish. On the plus side, though, it's all about the Slender Man! I wrote it one dull weekend day while me and a friend were running through old Marble Hornets episodes.

In the deep and the dark and the cold
He walks
It’s the young and the scared and the weak
He stalks
Through the holes in his head, without eyes
He sees
He’s a man in the forest, or a thing
In the trees.

His body is slender and his fingers
Thin
His mouth stretched wide like a ghostly
Grin
He hides in the midnight light,
Pitch black
Where he waits, ever patient, then he makes
His attack.

Don’t even try to run, because the
Slender Man’s back.

...Yeah, I told you it was a bit awful. I never was very good with poetry. Oh well.

Thanks for reading this short, poemtacular blog post. Hopefully I'll have a more content filled, interesting post up in the near future.