Years were lost this day
Memories irretrievable
First orange leaves fall
Burying them in the ground

Today we mourn stories untold
We hear the whispers of unfinished thoughts
Songs half-sung in twilight
Then a grave under the moon

The closer you are to the source
The more pieces of his soul you carry
Like daggers in your heart
Yearning to be wrenched free and reshaped

Forged into a whole
But never again
Like fragments of a sword
But the forge has gone dark

Relight it
Rekindle the flame
Use his memory
Reforge his soul

Take his spirit with you
Create brilliant things
Do not leave it to rust
Do not let it grow dusty in the corners of your heart

It is a precious thing
A thing of beauty
Treasured above all else
Show it to the world!

Don't keep it hidden
Locked away, safe
Let it shine in the sunlight
Let it give you strength

It is his gift to you
It is the gift that we all receive
Should we choose to accept it
As we are left behind

A knife pierces my heart also
A poisoned blade
Not shining
Not a gift

Driven with purpose
With malice
But I will reforge it anyway
Even as I suffer

It will become a binding
The spine of a book
The support for my story
The inspiration for words

These words.

No light without the darkness
No cards without the dice
No sun without the rainclouds
No gift without a price

The light can shine the brighter
The cards can play the hand
The sun will burn the fog away
Just share your gift throughout the land.