‘Jubilee and Joy’- a Riddle Poem
My whole is composed of twelve;
divide us into three and nine,
and you bring before you a dark and dreadful scene,
bloddshed and cruelty; man destroying man;
if you exclude the first three of us, the picture is even darker,
for now the brute creation is involved in the general misery;
but separate us into four and eight and what a change!
Now all is gladness and gayety. The air rings with jubilee and joy.
Can you figure this one out? If so, submit into comments below and will reveal on Friday, thanks.