Sunrise
The beast is coming back as dark before.Though the evils are less there still is more.
More sorrow and suffering to burden our world.
The burden is an evil beast whose fang and claw are wicked and curled.
It takes lives of those who are innocent and sweet.
Their anguish and pain is its meat.
And though the beast is as powerful as night is black,
Good shall rise from the ashes of the beasts carnage to fight back.
For no matter how hopeless and frightening the night is,
The sun shall always rise to vanquish the darkness.
Remember these words in your darkest of times.
Because someday you may just need the wisdom in my rhymes.
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