Cursed

Sampaguita petals shone like
helpless whte stars
trapped in her hair
black as the moonless sky.

The Grief of Mt. Makiling

It was on this steep earth
that I once stood upon,
when she spoke of the sweetest secret
that made the night the happiest of
Mt. Makiling; the blooming flowers
swayed with the blowing wind

Dread of Kindred

After the great battle with Pah
The noble hero of the mountains of Mindanao
Took the monster’s last breath.
The heavy claws of the monster
Pierced through his skin
Sulayman, dead, and his blood
Stained the ground.