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Friday, September 9, 2016

The Elder Gods Saga - Learning to Match Art to Verse (UPDATED 09-10-16)

There is something very magical to me about using the written word in art. I would hazard to say that anytime one creative discipline is merged with another, that it becomes something new and amazing. 

The Elder Gods was my first attempt at matching written verse to art. There were five pieces of art created first and then I made an attempt to create a poetic saga, that merged the five pieces into one ongoing story. 


Mind you that I am not a poet, so the verses may not be perfect and the art created was in the early stages of my development as an artist. But I was proud of the work because I felt it represented something new in my creative abilities. And the concept of verse with art is something I have used in many ways over the years since this was originally created. Like any good technique, I've learned to use it subtly and apply it with many other skills. 

The Revenant Cycle is a work in progress with over 60 pieces of art so far. In essence it is a much more complex form of the Elder Gods Saga. While the story is very different, it is basically a hyper form of this concept. 

Comments are always welcome as are examples of cross-overs from one creative discipline to another. 

The Elder Gods

Part of the First 
The Argent Rose

My world was seen through stained glass shards
The pampered life not rough or hard

I sang my songs and lusted life
My eyes were closed to any strife

I could not see, nor wished to look
At that which like an open book

Surrounded me and spoke of pain
I was merely young and vain

Twas then I spied him all alone
Sitting on a wall of stone

His eyes did glitter, beckon me
A thousand secrets those tears did see

He looked in me and struck my soul
And took me in his arms so bold

He whispered words I could not hear
My ego made them disappear

Mere sounds within the darkness whisper
No meaning came, the words no crisper

He finally sighed and shook his head
“You’re blind in youth” he quietly said

His arms unwrapped, my mind went cold
I pled with him, “You’ve bought my soul”

“I must leave now, I cannot teach”
He shook his head while I beseeched

He placed a kiss upon my head
A thousand words had gone unsaid

And with a silent flash of dread
He disappeared, his spirit fled

And in his place upon the wall
Lay four red roses, one to fall

Upon the empty stone-paved path
I stood in pain and growing wrath

The wine-red roses mocked my fears
Spilling forth in bloody tears

To mingle with the petals dying
My body fell, amongst them lying
I need you not, I vowed decrying



Part of the Second
Aurora Sun

Like dead flies on windows ledge
My pain and loss were hell’s dark edge

Who was he to leave me so
And tarnish life with harm and woe?

I suddenly saw a world of hate
My eyes then opened to the weight

The madness all around me hung
My stained glass life was finally done

He’d stripped it from my barren soul
And cast me in a corpse’s hole

I will not seek you, so I vowed
I’ll not be slave to love unbowed

I fled that moment, ran from all
I hid on mountaintops so tall

Solitude in northern snow
Aurora suns above me glow

But still I dwelled upon his face
His gentle touch, his warm embrace

And peace within me sudden stirred
Perhaps this ego has matured

I left the climbs to search the land
I’d find him once again, I planned

And show him even I could grow
And be the man he needs to know

For years I searched, and learned the way
Of mystic, guru, saint and sage

But of him I never found a trace
My heart was truly laid to waste
I would never fill this place



Part of the Third
Bleeding Time

Now I see the real world, my blinders folded back
If only he could see me now, not for what I lacked

The solution dawned, I’ll turn back time
I've skills beyond this mortal slime

I’ll weave the mystic paths that burn
And to his arms I shall return

To show him then what I've become
And he’ll be mine for times to come

We’ll cross the universe divide
Our love the beacon all to guide

And so I spoke an ancient word
And forced back time with occult sword

I slew the clock, I bent the light
The path submitted to my might

The hours fell, the past did bleed
The future melted, time concedes

I ran to where I knew he sat
A silent prayer to gods I spat

But in dismay he was not there
Merely a silent wall with roses fair
I cursed the gods in my despair



Part of the Fourth
Summoning of the Elder Gods

I wept for a better world which would not come
I searched for solutions to the numb

My yearning spirit cried release
My heart did ache for love and peace

I spoke to holies desiring answer
They turned me away. I was a cancer

Falsehoods, deceptions all around thee
Prophets and preachers set upon me

I cried to elder gods and asked why 
They were silent in their manors high

I cast the stones, burned sacred texts
Spoke the words and wrought the hex

I bled from face and fingertip
The drops to fall from lash and lip

And there they were, staring forth
Impassioned gazes judged my worth

Take me home, I wept, this world is vile
They merely mocked me with sly smiles

You are gods, I am but man
Ease my pain, share your plan

They simply watched, the silent mock
Until the shadows marched toward dark

So I made my peace and vowed
“If you will not take me”, I said aloud

“Then let the life drip from my veins
I take the journey without your gains”

I slashed then slept beneath their gaze
Until I rose and passed the place
Now I am only spirit lost in space



Part of the Fifth
A Mystics Rift

My mind did swell with cosmic beauty
I saw the universe so truly

I saw the errors of my way
Death had brought me light that day

For all my knowledge, I still did lack
The understanding of simple acts

Of kindness and of love in living
And the need to be forgiving

I’d missed the simpleness of message
Hidden amongst the furious vestige

Of a thousand preachers, rambling facade
Of how to act before an angry god

I’d squandered life with selfish acts
And now I truly made a pact

If I could call the gods to me
If time could bend beneath my knee

Then I could breach the walls of death
And walk once more and take a breath

I summoned all that was within
I sang of all that will be and had been

And slowly through the mystics’ rift
Reality itself did twist

And I once more became myself
The lessens learned and dearly dealt

To find myself upon the wall
That same dear place that began it all

Dark red roses in my hand
As a callous youth before me stands

And I see with eyes so wide
The only way to breach his pride

Is to leave and let him find
The path before him to unwind
I leave four roses there behind

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