BY KEVIN EDWARDS
The many lives the pyre sees
The many stories and great deeds
The battles lost and battles won
The loves we’ve lost, our brothers gone
Blood washed away in cleansing fire
The mem’ries forged upon the pyre
Through tears of grief and songs of praise
We say goodbye to souls we raise
We’ll meet again in that great hall
Where all are welcome, and all stand tall
And on the day when the pyre calls to me
I’ll go joyfully knowing you’re awaiting me.