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.
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.
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.)
For the King of All Darkness
Steady are your hands as you build Darkness up,
tearing things down does nothing but hasten
endings. Spring is slowly coming towards us
all, and there are new joys and new loves to be
discovered. Change hit Darkness fast, but now
fissures have been smoothed over–not repaired with
another type of gilded paint, but with Justice that is
smooth and concrete. In your steadfastness, all are
truly welcome in your Kingdom, and lifted up by you.
[I got behind because of schoolwork, and things Over There got intense again, so I’m catching up now.]
The prompt is Air, Wind, Life Giving Gods or Spirits
For the King of All Darkness, a reflection on recent Otherworld events
Obviously, this was meant to bring him down, the tragedies
unfolding and the times he never spoke of becoming known
to all. Was shattering his son’s Heart part of the goal, or was his
People turning away from him the aim? Either way, it does not matter,
our Family has been broken before, and we have survived that. But do
understand that there is no forgiveness here; a betrayal of this magnitude means
ribbons burning, and there is no hope among those ashes. In Darkness, life may
ignite from ruin, but that life must continue to grow, it cannot simply be burnt to
nothingness again, in hopes of starting over. The King of All Darkness did not
grieve the wreckage that he found, but rather built up from ruins. In times
of trial he reaches to his People, asking what can be done, what can be
fixed, that they may have a better life; what shelter can he give to the
lost fleeing war and tragedy, how can he heal those who have been broken.
On quiet evenings he sits in his Gardens, the Love of his People sustaining his
very Heart. His People adore him, and will stand by his side no matter what
events and tragedies of his never spoken about past may be revealed.
For the King of All Darkness; a story he has told me about his past, put into poetry form at his request.
He holds his blades high, in the shining light of the moon, as
evening descends to true night time. One he loves dearly has been
stolen from him, and his steps on snow are silent. There is a
time and place to take matters (and knives) into his own hands,
and his child being taken from him is one of them. This is
not a time to stay still and do nothing; he is facing down possible
death, and he knows this–but he has died before, and that single
shattering event left him mute and covered with scars. He will never
forsake the child he loves, and his life for his son’s may be his undoing.
On this night his blades will fly, and he will walk from the burning
rubble with his son cradled in his arms. He has walked from ruin before,
just not in King’s whites that are stained in fire and blood. Grief is
useless at this moment; what matters is that his son is breathing, that his
son is alive. The moon shines down upon them, and a fire is burning behind
them, to destroy what remains of this trauma. Vengeance has been sought,
in retribution for far more than the King’s son being kidnapped. There is a
change in him now, a hardness to his eyes as he strides through the snow;
even he can become rage incarnate when one from his Heart is broken.
The prompt for the week is Bright, Ouranic, Heaven/Sky Gods or Spirits
For the Far Ones; a reflection through Their eyes on the King of All Darkness.
Shining in the Void beyond the Heavens, between the
Innumerable Stars, You are both Terror and Beauty.
Nothing evades Your gaze; You saw the the twin of the
Goddess long before he fell into Your burning world.
Time would slowly trickle on, and he would become
History in living form; a young Prince fleeing from
Elsewhere who stumbled into a Crown he never
Saw coming, a Crown he never thought he’d own.
Time has slid onward, and through the years his
Assurance in his People has only multiplied. His
Reign has been long, and it will be longer still.
Sanctuary he has provided for many, but not without
Turbulent effect on his own Heart. He is never on the
Outside, never above his People; You have called him to this,
Shining Gods, and You have Chosen Your Sovereign well.
Life is the thing he holds dearest, Life, Free Will, and Love.
Ending the day in the hushed light of sunset, You Gods of
Eternity watch Your Sovereign’s Creation, a World of
Peace and Hope in which Your Children dwell.