Sulphur and Sage

New Moon’s light and midnight mist,

August’s dew and east wind’s kiss.

A once-burnt candle, a single match,

sulphur’s scent will help you hatch.

Sage bouquet and silver coin,

seal the vow with tears of joy.

Say the chant and hum the song,

see the light where none belongs.

Close your eyes and hold your breath,

freeze in place to slip past death.

The only way to trick the scythe,

let yestertimes in shadows writhe.

You must leave it all behind

to let your heart and soul align.

Five final heartbeats in this world

will echo, linger, haunt the earth.

For friends to hear, for foes to fear,

for forgotten spirits, far and near.

Repeat, repeat, repeat the hum,

keep an eye on wished outcome.

The two can easily be fooled,

but third will only tell the truth.

Focus on the fresh, blank page,

watch the sulphur merge with sage.

Past life’s shame, regret, and pain

fuel your final cleansing flame.

Last breath of old and first of new

must overlap to pull you through.

Clear your mind and turn your gaze

up to the skies amid the haze.

Let the fog and smoke surround,

the clink of silver coin resounds.

Midnight mist and east wind’s kiss

will drop you into black abyss.

August’s dew and New Moon’s light

will turn the whirlwind back upright.

Dear, this spell is a one-way street –

Once you cross, it's done. Complete.