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Pyre

Over a millennium I've walked,

Bearing a battered soul.

My smiles to my friends are false,

I no longer feel whole.

...

The astronaut emerges,

Like the Reaper clad in white.

My regeneration's thwarted,

The sun gives way to night.

...

I hope the Norse example's followed,

My body turned to ashes.

Yet Valhalla I don't desire,

Nor to go out with a flash.

...

My pyre casted outward,

Between water and sky.

I don't regret my fate because,

Ready I am to die.