When you see the petals uncurl from a rose before its season is due
When opia reveals a fading light, this I ask of you
Take my hair
Weave a wreath from my soft severed locks
Adorn it with flowers the color of snow
And keep it safe in your shadowbox
Take my teeth
Wear them at the end of your silver chain
Place coins on my eyes to pay Charon
But if I am to journey ahead of my pain
Bury my heart away
Take my skin
Use it to bind your grimoire so sweet
To conjure protection into your spells
Burn my arms into ashes to add to your ink
Take my bones
Carve my thigh into a kangling flute
May my skullcap become your ritual bowl
Fill up my deathbed with stones of blue
But darling
Bury my heart away from me
Bury my heart away
Inter my heart with rosemary leaves
Under an old yew tree
The hetera helix will flourish from my grave
Bury my heart away from me
Bury my heart away
From me