I am taken by a myth called the Legend of Bernardo Carpio-

Trailing his heroic exploit in the mountains of Luzon.

Long ago when legends battled truth and goodness battled evil,

Where Gods played with mortals and mortals allied spirits.

In streams and lakes with hidden paths to remote villages

Where man and society was as innocent as the wilderness.

I am taken by this giant whose goodness ruled his might.

Where his heart poured for the oppressed and the needy

Where his dream lie in keeping a perfect world of harmony

Where his anger is saved for destroying the mask of tyranny

Of those who want to rule by the sword to keep their greed

I am taken by his final force to stop two closing mountains

Not making them touch one another in a riddle of witches spell

For once he fails; the world drowns in chaos, agony and defeat

And the gods underneath rise to signal their victory

As slowly we see the fainting of drops of what is beautiful

In a new world much of it we dreadly fear and despise

I am taken by the life pumped to keep this legacy breathing

Reaching my time today maybe bequeath to many generations after

A story book kept neatly in my heart and read every now and then

Armoring a faith in me to imitate a soldier resembled to his kind

Fighting by his side, keeping the torch ever lighted-

A legend in a long long time but every bit a truth in the end .

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