The Quiet of the Broken

For the Underworld Lord, a reflection through his eyes on current Otherworld events

They say no one
holds a grudge like gods.
Ending life after life, in
quiet ways the Dead are
used and discarded.
I stand against this,
even if it means
taking my daughter
out of the sight of the public,
for she has not yet chosen
to be Royalty.  I will never use
her as a bargaining chip in your
ever increasing damnation and
breaking of your subjects.  My
roses must be tended to with
only gentle hands, and I
know you are a god of the broken–
even though you do the breaking, and
nowhere in my Heart do I find that holy.

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Requiems (Devotional December)

I’ve been a Virgin Black fan for years, since I was in high school.  Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to google if there was any news about the album Requiem: Pianissimo.  I learned the album had come out in late November, and after yelling “it’s out, I can’t believe it” so loudly that my aunt in the living room heard me (I was shocked that it was out, and ecstatic that it had finally been released) I quickly bought a copy of the album.

It’s going to go on the Underworld Lord’s playlist, and I hope that sometime we can listen to the album together.  (I showed it to Jake, and he said it was “too morbid” for him, though he did admire how the music is put together.)

A Prayer to the Underworld Lord

Writing this down here for my own notes, and to keep a record.


King of the Singing Halls,
guard of the Past and
guide in the Present

you who have walked dark Roads
hold up your Lantern, be my guide
whether in support or healing.

King of Shattered Conscious,
teach me patience and love, and
may I still find softness in my Heart.

A Poem About Godphones

There are concepts,
flowing in an instant.

From–cookies, to wells,
to teeth, to you–to your terror,
and your falling, and your being
bound to follow the King

down whatever dark Roads
he may walk in search of
Salvation, Justice, and Honor,
but mostly in search of Love.

In a blink the knowledge has faded,
everything, and nothing has changed.