A Rising To The Purple Flame
I am calling far and wide the purple flames are set alight they radiate into the astral darkness and they call my fellow children of the night.
Come, I say, come in from the cold, there is a hearth for you. I shall judge you not if you are of our kind it stands to reason you would be more than just a little ragged, more than just a little raw.
Come and gather here, fly through the gateway of the purple flames, and come to me.
I await you and I will gladly give you shelter from the night.
I offer sanctuary, bread and wine, and my reward is your redemption, relaxation, seeing torn and broken wings grow silky smooth once more, bend necks stretching, growing proud.
With your rising presence, you become a gift to me, more valuable by far than if you had arrived in shiny armour.
Come to me, you fallen angels.
I am of you, I am a one who fell and found their strenghth, their path.
I wanted one to love me, just the one.
I wanted hearth and oh, I needed Sanctuary.
I know just what it would have meant to me, to meet a one like me who would just let me be, the best I can, not turn me into something else for their amusement.
These past days three by three I built a camp for you and me, the flames are lit, now come and stay awahile.
When you are ready, leave and take with you the knowing you are not alone, a light of tiny sparkles in your heart to help you fight your wars, to help you on your ways.
I call to the shadows, I call to the lost ones, I call to the fallen angels and those who thought their night would never end, to those who long abandoned hope, I call a rising to the purple flame.
Now start your journey, all and one.