Pale-Rider Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Twelve o clock still awake
Counting the fallen leaves without sight
Tick tack tick whisper the wooden clock
Reminding the man who flew the kite,
Another hour had passed my friend
Let silence consume the dying candle
And leave the poet's dream behind the wind
Then unhook and never put the warrior's saddle,
Quarter of long period is enough
To suffer from the white beast called freedom
With the pale-rider sucking everything up
But time no more here comes' Uncle Sam
Colorful metals hanging on his reaper breast
Dove symbol yet have eaten the morning crest


(Davao City, Philippines)