The Broken Heart's Revenge

In Bicol's realm, where love did bloom,
Lived Leon, a heart in constant gloom.
With charming smile and words so sweet,
He'd woo the girls, their hearts to greet.
 
But Leon's love was fleeting, light,
A playboy's dance, both day and night.
He'd break their hearts, then move along,
Leaving behind a trail of wrong.
 
Kristine, fair, with eyes so bright,
Saw through his facade, his shallow plight.
She played his game, with cunning grace,
Leaving Leon in a lonely space.
 
His heart, once filled with joy and pride,
Now turned to rage, he couldn't hide.
He cursed the heavens, blamed the gods,
His anger swelled, like raging pods.
 
Marce, once smitten, watched in fear,
As Leon's fury drew so near.
Nika and Ofel, hearts aflame,
Felt justice served, a whispered name.
 
Leon's rage, a tempestuous storm,
Ripped through the land, in fearsome form.
Typhoons unleashed, a vengeful cry,
A broken heart, beneath the sky.
 
Yet in his rage, a flicker of regret,
For love he'd lost, he couldn't forget.
 
Pepito, wronged, with love's despair,
Followed suit, with vengeance rare.
The legend grew, a tale of woe,
Of Leon's rage, a tragic show.
 
Let this tale be a warning true,
Love's path is paved with kindness, too.
 
The storms subsided, the land grew still,
Leon's rage, a memory, a chill.
He learned his lesson, a bitter cost,
Love's true worth, forever lost.