Strength: Michael and Flame

My Dear Sister,
Today I write to you from London, and your strength and power flows from Michael, angel of Fire - slayer of dragons.

Today I feel strength returning after yet another seige.  A year of relentless pounding and stress - Financial, emotional, physical, psychological - I, like you, have been surrounded by hostile forces trying to bring me down.  But I am an old campaigner now, used to pacing my quarterdeck whilst the enemy guns are pounding - until I can bring my own broadside to bear.  And now - with God's help - we are ready to open fire and the time of waiting is nearly over.

Remember - they also serve who only stand and wait.

Be resolute - your siege is nearly over - and your relief approaches with retribution and fire to blow your pressures away.

Love, your brother,
Christopher X

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I am a dancer, dangerous.
I will weave and writhe, bright
before your eyes - I will hold you
mesmerised by my movements.
But you won't touch me.
Pulsing, protecting.