A bad omen has befallen the lands
All gatherings and merriment delayed
And are now left on hanging
As an unseen demon cruel
Roams every street and town
In bright hours of daylight,
With not a flicker of remorse
Countless men it hunts and kill.
Masses scared and took to hiding
For this curse to be lifted
A thousands folded hands
In isolation began praying.
And made a solemn vow
Of when this war is won,
When the demon is gone,
People will come together again
To whole heartedly celebrate
One joyous festival of being.