Hash has been melted slowly
Rotten prey smells peacefully
Sunken myself out of the unholy
Love is one thing that can save me.
“You are as warm as summer,”
Said those weavers.
Replenishing the fear of blue,
As the sky starts to sing in gloom.
The warmth has been consumed.
Has the lotus started to bloom?
Has God finally met His doom?
As we reminisce, the past has gone too soon.
The hash, unfortunately, has reached its intent
As Heimdall cold-handedly closed the border.
We blindly curse at the boulder
While hell already bashed our end.
Author: Sultan Mahesdewa
Editor: Yohana Satvika Wahyuveda, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)
Illustrator: Ajeng Suci Hati