Prevail

In the shadows where memories fade,

Lies a legend, a fearsome trade.

Withered and torn, yet still he dreams,

Foxy the brave, torn at the seams.

Once adored by the laughter of kids,

The life of the party, hidden behind the grids.

Now in Parts and Service, lost and alone,

Replaced by their shiny and newer clone.

Oh, how he dreams of the spotlight’s embrace,

To cut birthday cake, restore his old place.

They dance and they cheer, the children all sing,

But to Withered Foxy, they’ve taken his spring.

But the lights will come on when the clock strikes the hour,

Haunt the night guard, unleash all his power.

With a hook that can tear through night’s darkened veil,

Foxy the star will prevail!

Five nights of torment, he's watching the fear,

As their screams echo loud, he’ll draw them all near.

No more forgotten, he’ll feast on their plight,

With blood on the walls, he'll reclaim his right.

A once-proud defender now a creature of dread,

His spark has ignited the madness in red.

To rewrite the story, to savage the toys,

He’ll make them remember the sound of their noise.

Oh, how he prowls in the silence that’s thick,

With vengeance ablaze, his heart beats tick-tick.

The guard hides in shadows, there’s nowhere to run,

For Withered Foxy has just begun.

But the lights will come on when the clock strikes the hour,

Haunt the night guard, unleash all his power.

With a hook that can tear through night’s darkened veil,

Foxy the star will prevail!

So remember the tales of the bravest of lore,

When Foxy was shining, and crowds would want more.

In the dark, he ascends, from ruin to reign,

Withered he is, but he’s hungry for fame.