Brother, Are You at Rest?

On October 13, 2026, my friend Torch took his own life. The world knew him as Jorrit Nuijens. His faerie family knew him by a few other names, most recently Torch. Torch and I shared a love of runes, mythology, and many a pontificating pagan ritual speech. We both loved channeling the power of ceremony in community, and we were leaders in that together. He was a fantastic drummer, and an Aquarius with no patience for injustice. His wit was often quicker than his audience.

He was my chosen brother, and I miss him.

Leaf + Nightvision + Torch + Troy

by Storm Arcana

Brother, are you at rest?

Once you were named Leaf, 

A sprout on a tree.

Healthy and green, 

You breathed in the sun.

And once the chill of autumn came, 

You detached from the branch with a snap.

And now you are adrift in the wind.

Brother, are you at rest?

Once you were named Nightvision, 

And some say it was by me. 

A Druid and a Wizard, 

United by forest magick.

We celebrated Hawks and Elves alike,

For their ability to see in the dark.

Brother, are you at rest?

Once you were named Torch, 

Held high for all to see.

A luminary of justice, 

An avenger of truth,

And you blazed and fell like the tears of Horus.

Brother, are you at rest?

The Green,

The Dark,

The Fire:

Portfolio of your Soul.

All held in the stronghold Troy,

A name also for an ancient city,

Repeatedly destroyed and

Rebuilt over thousands of years.

And today we stand in witness, 

Voices raised, to your departure, 

Sorrow pooling in the rubble, 

And yet the war is unresolved. 

Brother, I pray thee rest.

Blesssed Be, Torch.

Love,

~Your Stormantha ✨

November 6, 2026