The hour is midnight, the minute is chaos,
There is no power, the lights stay off.
A squandry of people flood the unlit floors,
The wave of panic on the airport shores.
Staff and passengers unsure of their action,
Terminal lockdown is their only reaction.
The dark halls are busy with whispers and those who sleep,
The empty long corridors echo silence and asylum creep.
We wait for the ray of light, our sign of power,
Will it be now, or even in this hour?
Awaiting my journey and for my deliver,
Oh what a night, the thriller in Manila.