*
all hail this miserable bane
murdering, ecstatic pyres
they pass in glory the old light
as altars shine afire.

**
we fall by course of nature's law
ancient, wayward and dire
we will obey but never kneel
before their dying fire.

***
in pallid moonshine a pale voice
beseeches from the pyre
awake, arise and fearless be
haste on to brave the fire.