In the realm where nightmares thrive,
A figure lurks, a fearsome dive.
With razor claws and eyes that gleam,
Nightmare Foxy haunts our dream.
From Pirate's Cove he grins awake,
A beast untamed, a nightmare take.
His fur, tattered, and hooks of steel,
Strike terror into hearts that feel.
With each step, a phantom's gait,
Nightmare Foxy, harbinger of fate.
His bellow echoes, a mournful howl,
As restless spirits begin to prowl.
Through the shadows, he swiftly draws,
Sharp teeth bared, ferocious jaws.
A phantom pirate seeking prey,
In the darkened hours of dismay.
His golden gaze, filled with malice,
A predator's instinct, a haunting chalice.
He preys upon the feckless souls,
Who dare to wander these frightful shoals.
In whispers heard in children's dread,
Tales of Nightmare Foxy's thirst for the dead.
His phantom ship sails through the night,
A vessel cursed, a specter's blight.
But amidst the terror, a lingering trace,
Of a forgotten soul yearning for grace.
A glimmer of redemption, a flicker of light,
In Nightmare Foxy's realm of fright.
Oh, Nightmare Foxy, a fearsome sight,
Your presence unyielding, your might ignite.
In the depths of darkness, you hold sway,
A symbol of fear that won't fade away.
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Poems that come from the shadows
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