Strike the flint and light the torches, Hear Her crying as the wind blows, Behold! Her child cold and shrouded, We keep with us the warrior's fierceness, Cry your tears into the darkness, Our sister is riding Home tonight.
The Final Ceremony
by Xedra
Hold them high against the sky.
Feel the darkness press upon you,
Hear the Moon's persistant cry.
Taste Her tears inside the smoke,
Feel Her sorrow in the drumbeats,
See Her heart as an arrow broke.
Carried thru fire and wind and rain,
Carried by her mourning sisters
To the funeral pyre's flame.
We keep with us the mother's pride,
We keep with us the sister's friendship,
We send the ashes with the tide.
Sing your love into the night,
Dance your grief into the shadows
Until your heavy heart is light.
