Son,let's play a game......

Look into the flame.......

Orange and yellow that can burn or heal.....

Red that drains the magic of your foes and of their dastardly plans doth reveal....

Green and blue for graveyards and the dead that have yet to step beyond the veil.....

Lavender for breaking the abyssal seal........

Remember when you came to the morgue yet I had not truly died.....

When I came crawling from the flames and ashes of the crematorium wide eyed.......

(We are phoenix born. Forever sworn.....)

Daughter let's play a game..........

Look into the flame......

Remember past lives lived in both glory and in shame......

(In pleasure and in pain.)

Learn their lessons to become resilient and wiser......

Your beautiful astral dance to never be controlled by a politician, a war-hawk, or a miser.......

Our spiral path the oroboros devouring its' own tail......

Our enemies will try to kill us only to fail.......

Wear many a mask for fun or to pretend.....

Just be sure never to lose your true self in the end......

Remember when you ran to the wreckage yet I had not died........

Within the metal shrapnel of the helicopter's smoldering ruins I stirred inside......

(Wounds healed in the golden iridescent glow. Thread instantly spun through the wheel of rebirth then returned to the flow.)

Cherish every breath and realize only temporary is the sadness......

Learn from the past but do not succumb to its' madness........

You can eventually fly free from this repeating cycle but it has to be your own choice.......

(Yet "never" do so because you feel pressure from all the meaningless noise!)

"Falling down" is a lesson,not the conclusion.......

There can be grace,meaning,and kindness found even in confusion......

(The hopelessness they will try to cage you with is just a weak flimsy illusion!)