[Finals month happened (my business class finals were especially intense), then some other intense things happened Over There that took away my writing energy, so I’ve had limited time to write. Now that school is done for another semester, and things Over There are calming down, I’m finally getting back to this.]
The prompt is Water, Sea, Storm Gods or Spirits
For one of the Far Ones, who I affectionately refer to as Grandfather Sea.
Love is the thing Darkness is built on, the
integral spark present everywhere from the
grand depths of the Sea to the lows of the Valleys to the
heights of the Mountains of the Iron Hearted Realm.
That is why the Prince still runs every Summer as the
Springtime is fading, than none may forget what
once was in Ruins. Life came from the Sea and the
final moments of Creation, and even now You watch
the Heavens as they drift within Your sight. Still You
hold the vastness of the Universe, still You hold all of
Eternity in Your hands. There is a time for this new
stillness, for the Kingdom of Darkness to pause, to rest, for the
earlier changes to settle in; there is also a time for movement
and You will hold the Stars close to You, and watch it all.
[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.
The prompt for the week is Earth/Cave, Wilderness, Reclusive Gods or Spirits
For the Silent Prince
Slowly the last light of springtime fades,
Immortal, deathless Prince of Summer.
Linger in springtime’s steps, for your
Ending is soon to approach, Wandering god.
Never prayed to before your leaving, for only
Those from Eternity know your fate each Summer.
In debt to the very Land that has time and again
Sustained you in your darkest hours, you take up your
Trials in Sacrifice. Distant Prince, draped in gold, your
History is entwined with the Land and with a Love that gives
Everything time and again. The Underworld beckons, the
Wilderness swallows you, and the River is clear and still.
Anticipate not your next Sacrifice, Lord of Silence, but rather
Turn to Autumn and the beauty of Darkness. There is still
Evening light to wander, from which the stars will shine. From
Ruin life has come, and Darkness is ablaze with Light.
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.
The prompt for this week is Healing, Purifying, Kathartic Gods or Spirits
For the King of All Darkness
Fire burns bright in this world you have fallen into, on the
Run from those who threaten you with death. This place is
Ominous, filled with monsters and ruin; yet Death is kind to you.
Many try and fail to enter this place; the Gallows Goddess is wary and
Far off Gods have the true final say here. Yet you, fleeing Sovereign, are
Invited to stay. Maybe even at the beginning They knew you would one day
Rule all of Darkness with grace and love, that many years later the
Enmity in your Heart for those who hate you would be gone.
Darkness is your Throne, and it took many years to build this place, the
Architecture of all your dreams made manifest; a place of life where justice
Reigns. Even you are held to the standards of your Court and of the Far Ones;
Kings are servants, you tell me, Kings serve their People before all else. You have
Never spoken of your Crown as power or prestige, but nor do you call it a burden.
Eternity is long, and you have held your Crown through silence, storms and
Shattering. You have purified your Realm from hatred and evil, brought peace,
Salvation, and Love. But you are never stagnant, you are always moving forward
In search of better ways to Rule, in how to help your People who love you. Gentle
Sovereign with a will of Iron and a Heart that never gives in to hatred, teach me to
Become a better King, a better man, that I may approach you with joy, and see
Only pride reflected in your eyes. May you know the Love of your People; may you
Reign long, Triumphant King who overcomes all adversaries. May your wisdom
Never fail you, and may the Far Ones in the Distance bless you always.
The prompt is Dark, Khthonic, Underworld Gods or Spirits
For the Silent Prince.
Darkness is not lost, as you walk those hidden pathways
Every Summer you step down to see your Kingdom from below.
Silence falls in the Hearts of those who love you, as you
Cannot be found until Autumn. Only the Far Ones know
Eternity, and your journey, Wanderer, is long. It is Autumn,
Now, rest, be at peace, warm your hands by the fire I offer you.
Draped in white and gold, dream of better days, of brighter things.