"THE INDIGO FIRE"

   apocalyptic abrasions tear
   across earth and sea and sky

   crepuscular beast of no moon
   reveals and unreveals

   ambiguous forms of vapor
   from crack and crevice emergent

   close-mouthed apparition appears
   forever and ever nose-breathing
        billowing purple fire !

   from the great abyss the deadly vortex forms
   clouds of rancid breaths breathed
   from open mouths breathing hellstorms

   exhale insidious tar-storm, mordant flame

    red fangs in the brume funereal protrude
    beneath shimmering eyes judgmental
    
   consciousness rapidly oxidates
   in the immediate surroundings
   of this revelatory conflagration

        billowing purple fire !

        Tyrian purple fire…

        velvet and brimstone !

        ever igniparous Holy spirit !

      a crown and a wreath
      to the lava-throne
      where upon
      a God of fire sits…

          the true God ! 

           ________

"the firestorm is incredible, there are
calls for help and screams from somewhere
but all around is one single inferno.

to my left i suddenly see a woman.
i can see her to this day and shall never forget it.  
she carries a bundle in her arms, it is her baby.

she runs, she falls, and the child flies in an arc into the fire….

insane fear grips me and from then on i repeat
one simple sentence to myself :
i don’t want to burn to death!"

                 ―   Margaret Freyer
                        February 1945
                        Dresden, Germany