Happiness and morning

Silence lingers with scare of the dark
What if?
Maybe not.
Happiness is just a word
I hope.

Dawn basking in memories of how magic sprung
From the hate tree, buried deep down.
What is new hope
What is another day
But live in as fate.

Happiness goes by morning
Lies and misappropriation fuel the day
The nights are peaceful
And calming
Yet very dangerous.

Hypermind