‘Twas a sunny morning, the sky so blue

The birds atop branches, leaves dripping dew.

An idyllic scene sure to be followed by a perfect day

So blissful and quaint the milieu did not stay.

The birds ceased their merry chirps, the flowers their bonny nods

The rivers pounded rocks, the winds wailed to the gods.

The spirits and the elements in full-tilt disarray

What catastrophe could have caused such dismay?

The sky a sordid grey, the clouds a stormy black

Wilted flowers, drooping leaves and in the earth a crack.

From within rose an inferno, flames licking away

Then a clap of thunder, and the fire doused by spray.

The townspeople so frightened that they were doomed

That over their heads a dreadful fate loomed.

The horses whined, the wolves howled, and the donkeys brayed

For safety and relief, the people, as one, sacrificed and prayed.

The chaos heralded an event like none seen before

The rise of a villainous demon, rotten to the core.

I was born, in a small white room, not so far away

And the people never knew peace again- so my parents say.