(Processing Kingship Things)

This poem is to process all the Things that are going on Over There right now, especially in regards to my Kingship path.

My friend of silver feathers–what
do we do now, with all this–rushing
down upon our heads?  Free Will is a
Pillar of Darkness, and yet…I’m terrified
this is nothing more than Fate haunting Me.

I don’t even know what to say
to this, other than what the fuck.

It’s all lining up a little bit too
perfectly; you found your family and
I stumbled into the very Crown that
My “father” would have given Me
had he drowned Me in the River.

I’m laughing at the irony of this, but…
I’m worried it’s to hold back a scream.

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