Standing at the precipice
where light meets darkness
and the moon weaves her spell over the night.
They stand, torches in hand
waiting to guide you across
To the land where shadows dwell.
You who this year made your way there
You who will be always remembered
You who will pass from the world.
Down into the depths of our Mother
where the waters of forgetfulness await you
and the Ferryman lights your lonely voyage.
Across the mighty Styx
and into the darkness of dissolution
into Oblivion's welcoming hands.
You who will hold a place in our hearts
You who inspired us
You who brought joy to us.
To this place you will be guided
by lovely Hekate who protects
and heavenly Hermes who guards the boundaries.
You of the pleasing smile
You of the comforting tears
You who have passed this year.
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