The Dawn of Hope

The monster couldn’t sleet tonight, Thinking about darkness and light, Where will he go after tomorrow? Will he go back to empty limbo? Then the sun came up like it should, Maybe this is the last time he could See the glory of the day, of the sky, Maybe tomorrow he will not die. Now the monster started to hope, Maybe somehow he won’t be alone. Maybe someone will fine the cure, Maybe, but “maybe” is not sure. The monster’s hope started to decay, He knew much more here, he can’t stay