Sembrani Pulang
Sore, Eulogi digarang bersama bara api.
Lalu malam, kepulan doa membubung tinggi.
Yang mengasihi duduk menyilang kaki, di bawah kucuran air mata sendiri. Yang terkasih lelap di dalam pusara, Esok terbangun di atas surga.
Kemarin, hulubalang datang bersama lelayu: Sembrani tumbang di medan perang.
Kepala-kepala menoleh, Sembrani seorang laksita.
Tak ada yang luput mengenal panglima ampuh, Berbekal zirah batu delima. Sembrani kami bernyawa sembilan. Bilah pedang tak mampu menghunus sulur uratnya.
Tapi kabarnya, Sembrani ditoreh sayapnya, hilang kendalilah ia, menukik menuju lembah. Bagaimana bisa?
Yang agung hilang digdaya dalam semalam.
Kampiun menahun tak lagi becus. Percuma, lah.
Harapan ditaruh pada satria palsu.
Lencana disemat pada dada yang tak pantas diberi hormat.
Desis mereka di tengah adicara.
Sembrani Pulang, akhirnya.
Yang mengasihi masih bersimpuh di dekat pusara.
Menutup telinga dari lebam oleh mulut mulut pembisik sengsara.
The Midas’ Guide to Eternal Gold
All that is gold does not glitter, and The Midas’ are nothing but ruthless critter.
Step one,
Go descend, down to their divine palace.
4 skeletons incarcerated, draped in ragged sheath.
Drenched in their 5 to 5 sweats. Starving for an air.
Longing for the touch of kindred darling.
Step 2
One night once a year, listen closely, as you might hear chanted praises of Princess Midas’ birthday.
King and Queen and Prince and Servants, all thrilled, her vanity room was dimmed, a candle cast light upon a birthday cake made out of silkiest butter and milk.
The Prince and Princess are The Midas’ pride.
One does not always happen to have two children securing seats to a glorious future, the doctors of the family.
Step 3
Now, take a look, Queen Midas bathed in splendor,
as The King collected stolen pennies from the pauper.
King ruled in the throne of tyranny,
Corundum crown does not grant him wisdom nor empathy, only drown him in despot and cupidity.
Their carriage cleaved the hungry, cleanse them from dust and poverty.
Alas, rot in hell was their glory. As all that is gold does not glitter, indeed earthly treasure would someday wither.
Sabbath
Come to the sabbath
Under the solstice,
Hand in hand sisters, tightly, until there’s no crevice.
We enchant, but no repentance for the malice.
Stop the hunting, topple down the gallows, yield up the pitchforks, quench the flames.
We don’t fight each other. We fight together.
So long we betrayed, decaying in the mud, we’re slandered.
We are women of magic.
Clench our fist, we don’t bow to the dogmatics
Come to the sabbath,
Come to freedom.
