Far be it rain

In the new cycle

Something new has come

An extra ticket

For the mourning

The passing of death

And strength anew

Opens the gateway

As I pass silently through

Into a misty morning

Lights the torch

Lights fly like stars

Cares

Yet cares not

Breaks meaning into space

Not so small after all

Black is the imagination

As Ravens call

As Ravens call

Reminds the lost

And returns the braided lock

GO FOR IT!