Crown of Stars

Change is coming, we all feel it, wrapped in
resplendent cosmic forces, and the possibility
of new life being brought into our world.
Will your siblings take your same path, so
near to our Hearts yet later so far away?
Only it is far too soon to wonder that, and the
Far Ones had no answer for us.  Still, you have
stepped forward into starlight, a Crown solemnly
taken when your Father passed his title of Prince
across generations, to you (if you so wished.)
Return to us at Winter’s Night, bearing the
storms of your Love, of snow, and starlight.

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Life Changes

There is potential for something very beautiful happening in my Otherworld life within the next year.  It’s a major life change for all of our Family, but my Beloveds and I are looking forward to it.

I got some divination back recently that, for the most part, confirmed these future events.  The next day, I pulled out the oracle deck I use for the Far Ones, wanting some confirmation from Them about this.  They’re typically very blunt, so I figured They would be more than happy to confirm this.  Instead, the three cards I drew from Them gave an answer that I wasn’t expecting:

“Even We do not know the future in this regard; it is up to you and your Beloveds.”

Exploring the Stars

A few days ago, I was browsing Steam, since I’d gotten an email that they had a major sale going on.  All I was doing was looking for a space themed game that wasn’t centered around combat, and this one happened to be on sale.

When I bought the game, the Dreamer commented that our son would probably love it–he’s very heavily associated with space and the stars, and we’ll often play video games together.

I have invited [Winter’s Sovereign] to join me while I play Stellaris, but playing this game isn’t a devotional act to him.  It’s just a game I find fun…but playing Stellaris and exploring space, I’m beginning to see why he fell in love with the stars.

To Wish on Stars

An idea for a story popped into my head on my way home from the knitting group yesterday, so I decided to write it out.  It ended up being more serious than I intended for it to be, but it rings true for me.


“There’s Gods behind those stars, you know.”  The King closed the door behind him, joining his son in the private gardens.

His son had sprawled what appeared to be the entire Royal library’s collection of astronomy books all over the table, some in languages he couldn’t read yet.  But he was ignoring the books, sitting with his bare feet tucked under him, trying to get a look at the stars through his handheld telescope.

“Yeah, I know.”  The boy lowered his telescope, flashed a brief grin, then went back to what he was doing.

“It’s a Sirius thing, stargazing.”

Father.”  His son rolled his eyes.  “You always make that joke.”

The King simply smiled and sat down beside him.  The boy had been in their home for several years now, and there were already questions swirling around him–would he take the Throne, when he came of age?  And another question…what would happen if he didn’t?

“We will love him no matter what,” was always the answer he and his Beloveds gave.  It was the truth, not simply platitudes; he was their son that they loved, not just the Heir and Crown Prince of Darkness.

What if he is meant for things greater than this?

The King shivered at that thought, his eyes going to the stars that were now beginning to glow even brighter in the still spring-time night.   He followed the boy’s telescope, where the lens rested on the constellation that legend said would grant the viewer’s fondest hopes and dreams.

Please, he prayed, let him have a happy childhood, a happy life.  I did not carry him from the snow, his would-be killer’s blood on my hands, for him to become a pawn of the Gods and those who would seize my Throne by taking my child from me.

“What’re you wishing for?”  His son had put the telescope down on the table, simply gazing up at the stars with him now.

“That you’re happy.”

“I am.”  His son paused.  “Do you ever…speak to the stars?”

“To the Gods behind them, yes.”

“What do They say?”

“That They’re watching over you.”  It wasn’t a lie, but so much less than the truth; he had been shown a vision of a pearl that held the moon, and his son’s eyes black with grief.  What it meant he did not know, but he hoped that in the years to come, that the wish he made on this night still held true.

New Starlight

For the King of All Darkness, a reflection on recent Otherworld events.


Now is the hour of the moon’s rising, of those
evanescent through time to be found.  This new
world once thought lost–you step forward to
sign your name, sign your greetings, sign your
thoughtfulness and understanding.  This world still
alive in the cracks between still shining stars, but the
reigning force is silence.  So your hands speak for you (the
language spoken has been lost) offering peace.  There
is wariness still, of your Crown, but you accept no offered
gold, for it will tarnish soon.  This action caused acceptance of your
honor, of your good standing.  There is still more to be done, but
time is slowly moving forward, and thus your Alliance is sealed.

A Foundation Across Ruin

For the King of All Darkness; this began as my monthly offering of poetry to him, and as I wrote it turned into a reflection through his eyes on recent Otherworld events.


Animosity is what you are facing now,
for once you have become the Judge you
own your sentencing and decree of guilt.
Unlawful acts against your People–yes, even
newcomers others may despise–means a
death sentence (but even then, there is not
a lack of possibility of redemption.)  There is
turmoil for your choice, for your Justice, for you
initiating the sweeping changes as you give the
orders to seek out the cracks in the foundations.
Never let injustice lie, you said to me, this was not
an act done in haste, on the spur of the moment.
Chaos, death, and tragedy was prevented, but your
Ruling faces potential cracks, dig deep but not from
stubbornness, dig into the foundations and see what
strife lurks beneath the surface.  They will see you are now
reaching out to those who mourn, to those who have
untold grievances and sorrows.  You will listen, and repair,
injustice is something you strive to fix, and that means
not even you are above reproach, and you are aware of that.

A Lighter Kingship Poem

They say the gods change you
no one ever told me that
it would also change
how I read fantasy novels;

that the weight of a Crown
would leave me yelling
at authors who think that Kings
have the most glamorous Job
full of riches and adoration.

(The look I’m getting as I type this,
from the King of All Darkness who’s
currently buried in paperwork.)