A weaver of light
Calls to the stars
Taking their essence one by one.
Cradling them,
She braids them to yarn,
Offering it to only the royal ones.
Listing by name
The gifts are each set
Bound to the lives of most fit.
But if they blink out,
Each royals’ dress,
Their life will forever be forfeit.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 