Lawin. – (2016)

I remember it very vividly-

An evening in the twentieth hour. Darkness loomed over blue skies of the valley. Luna’s image polished the dirt gray. It was not much so to say. Winds blew wild to bend the palm trees and greens withered into the breeze.

Ears and mouths listened and muttered. They asked: “Is it strong? Is it guttered?”

The south side sea could speak. Oh how it was named like a bird’s beak. Yet, we waited and wondered – why is it quiet; why is it ordered?

And when the northern village called, it was everyone’s vast feeling untold. No time to name. No place to roam. Winger ended flash and cold.

In just a week’s dreadful quest, the village fell to rest. Few crowds flocked the boundary. And children sat in bleachers hurriedly. A sight no northman could create. It was the enemy’s fury came to be.

Bouldered mountains collided – Arching spines clashed.

For just as calmness arrived and departed – cheers were nowhere to last. Silence was enough to think aloud. For we crumbled every nook had we collected clouds.

Gates welcomed the sound of hollows. Must we persist to deny the shallows. And when the feathered serpent held the old eye’s crest –

All birds flew back to their nests.

Mga Kwento ni Kuya Karol.