In the depths of night, when shadows roam,
A place of terror, a haunted home.
Where animatronics awaken, souls enshrined,
A tale of terror, FNAF divine.
Beneath the moon's pale glow, they rise,
The Gang of Five, with hollowed eyes.
Freddy the bear, the leader so sly,
Bonnie and Chica, spirits awry.
Their metal frames creak and groan,
As they wander, each seeking to atone,
For crimes committed in another life,
Trapped in animatronic guise, eternal strife.
Within the pizzeria's dingy walls,
Glimmers of innocence, the darkness calls,
The night guard, a mere mortal, filled with dread,
A job cursed, where few would dare tread.
Cameras flicker, the tension so keen,
As the animatronics plot, ruthless and mean,
A dance of fate in the midnight air,
The guard's survival, a constant prayer.
The ticking clock echoes through the night,
A symphony of fear that ignites,
Heartbeats pounding, adrenaline's rush,
As the animatronics lurk and hush.
In this realm of animatronic might,
Fear collides with a child's delight,
A haunting game of hide and seek,
Where innocence's sanctuary is bleak.
Oh, FNAF, the darkness you possess,
A twisted tale we cannot digress,
With every jump scare, every creak and moan,
Our souls are captured, forever thrown.
So let us enter this haunted abode,
Where terror reigns and hearts corrode,
The legacy of FNAF, forever to bind,
In the corridors of our fearful mind.
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Poems that come from the shadows
Short StoryA bunch of neat poems i write about They can differ from sad to happy If you like them let me know
