Of Earth born and all shall return

We age till of the urn we yearn

Of Air we need and of that we plead

Knowing that soon of pain be freed

Of Fire aroused ire, soon all shall tire

Yet valued for the funerary pyre

Of Water be quick over the river Styx

Two pennies for my eyes affix

A life well lived shall raise the odds

Of arriving in the realms of gods

A life not so and the ferryman will know

Not to Annwfyn but to Dubnos you will go.

                             o0o