From Where I Hold the Sky

Distant figures part the morning mist

Banks that billow roll through their wake

Dawn breaks, breath the wildfire glow

Three companions march on

Beloved fallen carried on high

Great golden flame, banish deepest night

Vaulted skies cracked as you fell

Even they wept for you

Your repose waits on the hill

Journeys end where land and sky collide

Last rites, a farewell by fire

One last song to send you beyond

Ascend ancient crest, ancestors attest

No pain assuaged, nor sleep, nor rest

I, sole heir, to this my dying day

The howling beyond now bellows my name

A clarion call that rings and resounds

Astride the veil, only now I see

The carried fallen is me

We, stoic as stone

Three voices rise to invoke

To call upon the old ones, heed us now

All-Mother below, Earthen womb, great boundless unknown

Break slumbering ground, skyward, strike a stone to their name

All-Mother, hear us at our darkest, we need you now

Our life's blood departs upon your summits shroud

All-Father above, foe-hammer, great thundering tide

Strike down with pyres light, a parting gift of flame

I, sole heir, to this my dying day

Last rites by fire, forever I shall stay

From where I Hold the Sky