Hark the lads and lasses who,
Turned themselves to kindling.
Dis-mantling, piece by piece,
Feeding fire dwindling.
We seek to live your example, not to mope or fret or wallow.
Your Fire and Light were made to guide, may we never fail to follow

Burnt brothers and sisters,
We've been gathering up your ashes.
Sowing them back into fields,
Churned up in all your clashes.
Imagining the bountiful Growth, in fields that now lay fallow.
Your Fire and Light were made to guide, may we never fail to follow.

For those who're left, it's now our watch,
To carry-on through the night.
Our burden to bear, our lot in life,
To fight for what is right.
When doubt sets in, I remember those, who gave to keep this land hallowed.
Your Fire and Light were made to guide, may we never fail to follow.

And if you want to wake again,
Rise from you funeral pyre.
Those who're left have kept for you,
A warm seat by the fire.
Though we respect your need to rest, your absence leaves a hollow.
Your Fire and Light were made to guide, may we never fail to follow.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 965 AF.