A carol of breaths,
They wind and they blow,
They call from the depths,
"Arise, and bow low,

Arise and take heed,
For you are my own,
My blood and my kin,
Else I don't condone.

Arise and seek plains,
Forests and trees,
And from what you find,
Take sight of the seas.",

And with that they left,
They split up to find,
The peace of their master,
Their own peace of mind,

For eons and more,
They searched in their hearts,
But nothing was spotted,
On none of their parts,

With heads held in shame,
They sulked and caroused,
They found in their minds,
Their master, abused,

They rushed back to find,
Their lord, gone from sight,
And yonder the pale,
They heard of his plight,

"I hear of your end,
To your journey, a lie,
There was no peace,
Never, surprised?

But found you may have,
The will to go back,
Explore the new valleys,
And find what I lack,

There was no great quest,
All was for you,
You give you the chance,
To run, a redo,

To give my own life,
So you may yet live,
And this is for you,
The last gift I give."

And with that they left,
Not mourning his death,
But praising his life,
A new chance for breath.