Don't bury me 'neath
The cold dark ground
Imprisoned in a box.
Release me with
A roaring blaze.
Burn through my earthly locks.
Then climb atop
The highest cliff.
Turn and face the sea.
Close your eyes.
Feel the kiss of the wind.
Know that it is me. 
Stories come to me in bits of dialogue. My hero sensed his fate and scribbled this last request to the one he held dear. But if my hero dies, the story ends. Or does it? Maybe death is just the beginning…