Opinion - Invocation

"Brothers, gather round the fire

Salute the dimming of the Light

Shadows passed, yet inspire

We too shall fade into the night.

By the light of these flames,

we murmur their names.

Our ancestors, dear,

draw close, are near.

The wind has spoke,

the fate of our folk,

when the bugle calls,

we shall storm those halls.

Let no man fear,

when his Time draws near,

the shadows embrace,

his people, his race.

Death is when at last we sup

the last sweet drop

from the golden cup."

F.M.