I've only written one poem in my entire life.
It was about FNAF. But I got 100% (this was in middle school lolz)
Ahem,
After everything.
All the horrors, terrors, lives wasted,
It's the end.
A sector of what was once panic is now quiet.
Our hearts filled with relief, the kids are free.
Ended by a fire so immense, even the producer was slain.
"They were just kids," he said.
Caused a spread of damage and revenge.
Of loss and fear.
"They were just kids," it's true.
Forever resting on a hill together,
Sun blinding the living,
Grass blowing to the sun.
They never wanted to be a bear, or fox.
They didn't deserve to be cheated of life.
The fields clear, showing more green.
It's all right,
They are at peace.
It's the end.
It was based on the picture:

if the picture is no work search "fnaf kids on a hill graves"