Should you come to raise me
Do not look at my grave
I am not there.
Leave rice and mead
By your window seal
Salt and water too.
Should you come to need me
Pray not to my urn
I am not there.
Instead clap once
Clap twice
And bow twice to invoke
Should you call out my name
I will be there.
Beside you
As I have always sworn to be
Dressed in red and gleaming white
Fear not my death kinfolk
For it is only
The end of my
Vacation.