The Tall Man's Terror

He is tall, looming figure covered with pall in the darkness.

Eyes of darkness, emptiness, cold, whispers never spoken.

His limbs stretch, abnormally lengthy,

hauntingly strong, a spectre in the night.

Every stride causes a creak, a groan, a groan.

He’s unknown on haunting routes.

Silent observer in the shadow, carrier of an unceasing catastrophe.

stretching fingers, spindly, thin,

Inspired by deep within, drawing terror.

He shows where shadows play, turning night into unending gray.

Children mutter quickly and softly, speaking of him with voices thick.

He comes to take his due in dreams.

a tall man from the most negative perspective.

No way out of his merciless stare; lost in his twisted labyrinth.

You cannot hide or outrun.

From the towering man right by your side.

He eats fear, develops in dread,

Walking dead, a living nightmare.