In Sorsogon's embrace, a tale unfolds,
Of San Bernardino, as history holds.
A spirit mighty, Mt. Bulusan's reign,
Land and people bound by an unseen chain.
Prosperity flowed, contentment in the air,
Under the spirit's rule, none dared to despair.
In a village close, a maiden fair,
Captured the spirit's heart, a love affair.
Abundance showered, gifts unseen,
To win her love, the spirit keen.
But the maiden's heart remained steadfast,
Chosen another, love meant to last.
Enraged, the spirit's love spurned,
Vengeance unleashed, the land mourned.
A scourge upon them, hunger and death,
Forest emptied, unproductive breath.
A monstrous creature, four wings spread,
Half-bird, half-beast, overhead it tread.
Believed to be the spirit, seeking his due,
A bride denied, revenge in its view.
Panic swept the villages, fear took hold,
Except for one, the favored suitor bold.
He stalked the creature, arrows in flight,
Blood spilled, a fatal, transformative sight.
Fleeing to the open sea, its demise drew near,
Cries echoed, death's grip, it could not clear.
Into the ocean, a head and body transformed,
Two islands emerged, where the spirit mourned.
The Strait of San Bernardino, a perilous space,
Between Samar and Sorsogon, dangers embrace.
Engkantado waters, enchanted allure,
The old folks warn, human lives endure.
Yearly, they say, lives are exacted,
In the narrow sea, where spirits, enacted.
The legend lives, in whispers, it's told,
Of Mt. Bulusan's spirit, and love turned cold.
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