"In this Fateful Hour
We Call on Heaven
With Its Power."

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A #WRITCO Dedicated Song

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BOUND
BY
FRIENDSHIP

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(Verse 1: To Zoe, the Inspiring Bard)

In the heart of the storm, where the coconut trees sway,
Lives a muse named Zoe, whose verses never stray.
With ink as her shield and paper as her stage,
She sings of the beauty beyond the typhoon's rage.

Her words weave through the tempest's might,
Guiding spirits through the darkest night.
What is the secret of your poetic flight?
How do you find the strength to endure this plight?

O Zoe, whose heart is as vast as the sea,
Tell us, can poetry set us free?
When the winds howl and the heavens weep,
What dreams do you hold, what do you keep?

(Verse 2: To Ubik, the Steadfast
Companion)

Ubik, the friend, whose presence is like a gentle breeze,
In the face of chaos, you are the one who sees.
With eyes that mirror the stars above,
You navigate the tempest with unyielding love.

What force propels you through this trial?
What whispers of hope keep you from going pale?
As the storm rages and the world turns wild,
Your constancy is the lighthouse in a gale.

(Verse 3: To Flynn, the Enigmatic Poet)

Flynn, whose soul is a tapestry of words and grace,
Your poetic strokes paint the storm in a gentle embrace.
The typhoon's fury is but a mere backdrop,
To the sonnets you weave with a master's hand, non-stop.

What is the muse that guides your quill?
What stories of the Philippines do you till?
When the skies are furious and the earth is torn,
Your poetry is...