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