First Snowfall

Today is the first heavy snowfall of the year, so I thought I’d post a song in honor of Winter’s Sovereign, since it is now his time of year.

(This is the song he asked for, and I associate him, and our Family, with swans.)

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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.

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.

Dreams of the Past

I dream of his shaking voice
his question “who are you?”
still resonating when I wake.

I dream of the stars reaching down
to court him, to lift him up, I dream
again of a ship sailing the stars.

I dream of the past
that I missed.

Growth (Devotional December)

Going forward into the future, leaving the
rotting floorboards of old foundations behind.
Once searching through the past, now watching
withered flowers as they crumble to use.  It is
time to grow beyond what once was, to see the
new heights that can be found within the stars.

Loyalty (Devotional December)

I got behind due to holiday travels.  I’m back now, and will catch up on this.


Loyalty is to the stars
over which you Reign,
you Prince of All Darkness.
Ascend above your Father’s Throne,
lay your path in shining lights
til your Home is made, Crowned in
your stars held together by frost.