I look at my hand,
And I look at the land.
It's dark
And I hear a loud bark.
My hand's red,
And it's because of all the blood that was shed.
We were killed,
And with each stab came a loud shrill.
We all want payback,
But he always narrowly escapes our attack.
He wears purple,
And he smiles till he feels little.
We're the entertainment now,
We don't know how.
We go to the night guard as a cry of help,
But he closes the door with stealth.
It's 30 years later now,
We're puppets on the killer's strings now somehow.
But on the last night a surprise occurs,
We were set free, and it was so absurd.
He was damned to hell,
We were glad that he fell.
We live in peace now,
And each day starts with a smile, somehow.
This is Freddy, the brown haired boy.
This is Bonnie, the purple haired girl.
Foxy, the red headed boy.
And I'm Chica, the blonde gal.
Still one death remains,
Stuck in a pair of chains.
It's Golden.
Purple put him in burden.
Thanks for reading this Five Nights poem guys! I absolutely adore Scott Cawthon's work, it's really amazing how he does it all so fast.
Baiiiii!
BINABASA MO ANG
Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
