It was the twilight of the evening as the young Maximillian Moreau lay to rest his head. For it was way past his time for him to go bed, but on this night instead the young Moreau laid awake in bed haunted by memories in his head , with vivid images and ear shattering screams so ,loud they could wake the dead. The Moreau’s memories filled him with fear, sadness, and sorrow, for each night that his past would haunts his mind and dreams, leaving him weary and lamented he could never enjoy what ever sweet joy would await him tomorrow. Each night he dreamed a nightmare that would awake him from a most terrifying scare as he looks around his dark unlit room only to be haunted by that evil stare. remembering the day in the park that would forever leave him haunted by the monsters lurking in the dark. The Young Moreau who could dare not imagine the terrible burden of the coming age of responsibility, now lays awake in the dark. As he fights his most inner most venerable thought of sorrow and negativity.
His reminiscence of childhood remembered and plagued by the day his happiness felt like it forever went away a time when he was not scared to go outside and play. A time that can be remembered by him and many as the worlds most evil crime. The day was the day he felt most sad because it wad the day he felt his happiness was taken away , like the flash of a spark . The day that he would forever become haunted and scared by the Monsters In the dark. Though he knew he had the ability he hesitated, for fear could make anyone one young or old have their lives be more complicated As the the young Moreau toss and turned with a cold sweat that made him feel like his body would burn. In his dreams he dreams of the day he first went on the slide and the beautiful outside as he remembers that he heard the awful news and the time he cried for he felt all his hopes and dreams had died. With a toss and turn he frightfully awakens in his bed, though he is not dead he could not forget the dreadful memories in his head to whom most would say happened like the blaze of spark, for the boy had awoken to realize he was now man. A man with a a choice to take back his voice and begin a new path to embark or stay forever haunted by the past for whatever ever the rest of his remaining days may last?
Would he light his flame that would guide him on his destined path, with what little strength he had to become the igniting spark or would he remain forever trapped and haunted by his Monsters in the Dark? Good Night Cats and Good night my Bats sleep well and keep out al the ats until the next tale that I will regal.