Son I am now gone
To assail the furthest stars
I have 4 requests
Of my holy ash
If only and just to you
In these spots please spread
Atop my mountain
Mid pines upon the meadow
Hills we both have climbed
Far to that homeland
On the hammer in the square
Smash me back in time
Down below red rock
Sewn Deep to our desert land
Keep me close to home
The last your secret
Should you have need of advice
I am there to hear
-Hermit King-
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