The three devils….

When the night swallows the earth,
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.