The Boogeyman in the woods

Deep in the woods where shadows creep, The Boogeyman wakes from his ancient sleep. His eyes glow red, his breath a sigh, He hunts by moonlight, under the sky. He whispers your name through the trees, A chilling wind, a haunting breeze. His fingers long, his footsteps near, Each snapping branch stirs dread and fear. No one escapes his watchful eye, You cannot run, you cannot hide. For in the dark, where nightmares stand, The Boogeyman reigns over the land. He knows the path you’re bound to take, He’s watching every move you make. So heed this warning, soft and low— Stay out of the woods when the night winds blow.