Rules of Dawn

Purple dawn, beyond in grace,
An angel cries in hells distaste,
Upon the broken womb of man,
In air, in sea on land.

The earth it winds its way around,
The sun on heavens sound.
And ample eyes achieve the way,
In hence the mortal circle here obeys.

Take her hand and walk in life,
With thankful will of sacrifice.
The fallen few beyond the wall,
Stands loud, ferocious they befall.

And quickening guise will lend a hand,
As human nature reprimands.