Years ago in a little town, death had spread its wings, One by one a gloomy fume engulfed human beings. Dread and anguish strode through lanes, to inflict mirky death, Perplexed humans wobbled around losing hope and faith. Each a girl who dwelled inside, the gloomy little town, Were invited towards the hill and quietly contrived down. A call too enticing amid the night, spelled their happy names, To lure them to the hilly front and grab them in its frames. No girl who breathed a happy life could touch the eighteenth mark, A curse too lethal pulled them deep into the world of darkness. Sulky clouds must have weaved a myriad of dread, The facts concealed beneath the black have never been truly saying. Decades ago, a treacherous crime made a filthy blot, Poring curse in every soul, it ripped through every thought. A girl who married her choicest groom was beaten till she died, Her bleeding face groaned in pain quivering from inside. She craved for a drop of water, thirsty was her soul, Blood kept oozing in a flow, flooding every hole. Her subtle soul left in pain, carrying the vengeance gleam, She made a promise to return again, like a gruesome dream. No girl must live through adult age, no girl must fall in love, Her thirsty soul in search of blood kept hovering above. She came back like a sinful curse, spelling death, and fear, The little town got trapped in the gloom, drenched in dismal air.