Cinematic Poetry
The King's Faun
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THE KING'S FAUN We remember in fragments, Like a glass frame, Shattered to the last vein, at the end of a long life. And that's where I remember mine, Glinting at the bottom of a well, which we call ourselves. The forest was all I had known. Chasing through its shadows, That day I came upon a bronze mask, Unlike anything I had seen before; A relic on the forest floor, Glowing in the moonlight. A rose burst into flames before its gaze, And the crows carolled in the wind, For me to follow the river's maze and drench my sins. And for days I was lost in the forest, Until I came upon a nymph, She kissed my face to my chin, And I found again the taboos of sin, And then I heard, the voice of a king; "To covert of our Kingdom, The stones of our courtyard, Where the lavender grew, By the gates of Paradise and all that lies waiting for you." I can never recede, what I saw in the forest that eve, The King Of Paradise called me to his side. And this is where his secrets had led him, His back had hunched and spiralled down his spine. The bones made of rocks and moss and his hide as course as mine. "There's a life I must admit to you, If you will hear the story of how this came to be, It will lead you through a labyrinth of dreams."
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The second chapter of the Elysium Collection which tells the story of the King Of Paradise and the arcane myths that surround his kingdom. Acquired by @comfydevil. In ancient times, myths were told by orators and in the theatre. Now myth, classical aesthetics in image making, performance and cinematic sequences can tell new myths ~ born and reimagined from old ones. The King's Faun takes place in a forest on the outskirts of Elysium ~ where a shy yet mischievous faun gets misguided by nymphs to a glade, where he becomes enraptured by a force of nature. The conductor behind this fervent Bacchanalia is the King Of Paradise himself, who appears as an apparition ~ having undergone a chilling transformation, the King wishes to tell the faun of the "labyrinth of dreams" which led him there. Fauns have always been fascinating Gods. Their pursuit of pleasure for pleasure's sake ~ something we are taught is somehow wrong or taboo. And yet the Romantics understood the value of following one's instincts to pursue those things which make us feel euphoria. These stories call into question the notion that art should only function as parables of morality. How much secret knowledge do fauns possess in their Dionysian nature? Poetry & AI Animation & Music & Produced & Performed by Laurence Fuller.
