Death To...

Digital painting by Falk

Is this a common courtesy,

Alive in only me? 

Where once it was that thriving pulse in every vain, 

A common place, 

But with a societal pace, 

So easily did die away? 

Red, 

And rose, 

And chose- 

To leave a door unopened, 

A chair pulled in, 

A glass of wine replaced with rum, 

And beer, 

And sunsets of a fruity tinge? 

Or so did we whisk away- 

With a rude, 

Crude, 

Brute replace- 

Chivalry.

But try it for a taste, 

Give it your hand, 

For a kiss to place. 

You’ll find no kinder smile, 

Nor gentler pace. 

A suit, 

A tie, 

A poem- 

Confession? 

A lie… 

Oh but isn’t that the trouble, 

Let Chivalry that died rest,

It did so because- 

And this one must detest so- 

A fib, 

A phrase, 

A passing phase- 

I grieve, 

I weep, 

Because Chivalry did so, 

For Chivalry’s sake.

-Maurina Robinson

An aspiring Lead Game Designer, who captures dreams in writing as inspiration for that truly iconic, "terrifying" and artistic game that many will hopefully enjoy.

Read Maurina's "Butcher" in Issue 04 here.

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HASH E-zine: Issue 04

innocence lost

 On Speaking Out & Taking Chances

Sunny memories are eclipsed by the horrors of reality. Drowning in the murky waters of the past, you see a vision of despair. Innocence lost in the darkest of alleys. Haunted by your own shadow. Dreams once gleeful now torment you. 

Without an outlet, the darkness becomes you. Silence augments your suffering, and it builds up within you like a seething sea. Muffled protests claw from the cracks in your teeth. How much longer can you internalize your pain?

When the iron walls can hold the melancholy of suffering no longer, words unspoken shatter the glass windows. Years of rusted negligence flake off inch by inch; pain and misery dissipate through the cracks. The pressure within is not yet all gone, but the healing of wounds has at long last begun...

Contributors: Nikki McGinnis, Rabbit Nauman, Gilroy Van Wyk, Sophia Randall, Maurina Robinson, Ian Whitson, Stephanie Naylor, Fleur Xavier, Sophia Yasser Abdel Aziz

Featured Artist: Fabrizio Ciuffatelli

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Lacus Mortis

Death smiles upon the barren and the lost, 

Death pries on the souls of the hopeless. 

Death waits upon those who appreciate, 

Who realise the truth of fate. 

With grief, walk the souls, 

With anguish, they swim, 

Across the Lake of the Death 

They burn, within. 

Above, there lies, 

The sea of cold, 

Where even the most lustrous hearts 

Fail to glow. 

Below the flowing basaltic lava 

Below the wails of the dead 

is a place like none other 

is the place for those who dread 

The Truth, the Reality : Death!

-Asma Sohail

Aspiring Neurologist. Book Freak, Cat Lover.

PS- Lacus Mortis refers to "the lake of death, one of the many 'lakes' found on the moon", says Asma.

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