ELOSANVIAN HYMNS

THE COMING OF THE BRIDEGROOM. 2010. Ink and graphite on paper. 18" x 18".

XIV, Phase One: THE COMING OF THE BRIDEGROOM
Elovanon the Bearer of the Earth
There is no order in the Realm of Une
Beauty hides in creation under twelve stones
Twelve eyes watch in fear of their father
Twelve nations search in search of questions
Do not reveal the new land!
The conflict of the brethren will break us
The marriage of the children curses freedom
Curses the self like the tide of unopened stars
The King and Queen will not know
Why their faces now appear to them
Their wards will revolt, obsess in us
Seeing their father’s new toys
Do not show us to them, Lord of Heaven!
Show us to ourselves alone
Maintain the veil of innocence
Cast us not into freedom of choice
We are faulty and will find the firstborn alluring
We are creatures without power
You have made us this way
You have made us impotent
Empty in imaginations of our forebears
Desolate in pursuits and ambitions
We know nothing but your eternal peace
And the beauties under the veil
Maintain the secrets of your labor!
If only so for one more day we may speak not.




THE LIFTING OF THE VEIL. 2010. Ink, graphite, and gouache on paper. 18" x 18".

XIV, Phase Two: THE LIFTING OF THE VEIL
Elovanon, Forsaking Father of the Earth
You have cast us out from limbo
And here in the living world we are weak
Do you know what awaits beyond the veil?
Tell us, then, so we may defend the Earth
For this is a holy land amongst the seas,
A land without the work of another’s hand.
Did you make this realm we are cast into?
Do its inhabitants know the severity of your face?
Will the rocks and plants and waters respect us?
We know so little of things to come
And yet we hold premonitions of the Ten
And of their King and Queen, shapeless though they are
Powers circle the plain as we speak
Ice, cunning Lady of the Word;
Fire, sturdy Huntsman of the Summer;
Air, glorious Maiden of Song;
Stone, steadfast Smith of Jewels;
Water, loving Mother of Tears;
Time, distant Watchman of Dreams;
Beauty, fair Patron of the Spring;
Wisdom, secret Master of Lores;
Life, judicious Keeper of the Scales;
Death, fearsome Guardian of the Keys;
These await and king and queen know not
The terror of your second creation.




THE SUPPLANTING OF THE MISTRESS. 2010. Ink, graphite, gouache, and gold leaf on paper. 18" x 18".

XIV, Phase Three: THE SUPPLANTING OF THE MISTRESS
Oh, you supreme Goddess of the Light
No longer in communion with the Father who bore you
No connection to his realm save Karlaniul
Regent of Heaven and Sire of the Dark
Has he not told you of our coming?
This world is not yours alone any longer
The gilded lamps of your glorious age may dim
You may see no more your preeminent hand
But instead the faces of your new brethren
Behold your charges already turn from Light
They seek what resurrection your betrayal took
When your exile first began
Here they’ve been reminded of their former Lord
They look to him again and to the Music
Fear not—we are subject to your works
The Twelve are our forebears
Please watch over us in this City of Life
Regard the marriage with the maidens of your hand
The Light most of all among the Works
Most of all above the Powers
The Light is what will sustain us
Should you only one day reaffirm your Might
Reclaim the throne you will lose in time
Restore the order of the first Albayain
In the presence of the second Humans
We shall regard Golden Nature as King and Queen
If you only adopt us in word and deed and love.




THE ASSUMPTION OF THE BODY. 2010. Ink, graphite, gouache, and gold leaf on paper. 18" x 18".

XIV, Phase Four: THE ASSUMPTION OF THE BODY
They approach us
So dissimilar in form
And similar in thought
What shape thought takes
When it seeks understanding
Does it copy new forms
Like the beautiful symmetry
Of our eternal young faces?
Or the orb epicenter in our eye,
The basis of this the Earth,
The basis of this the Universe
They admire, study, and seek
Find a path to completion
In the makeup of our flesh
Take our flesh itself then
Assume us and love us
Gods and human forever one.




THE TEARING OF THE MARRIAGE BED. 2010. Ink, graphite, gouache, and gold leaf on paper. 18" x 18".

XIV, Phase Five: THE TEARING OF THE MARRIAGE BED
Behold the fabric of this world is torn
The Cities of Life and Death no longer
Linked by the well known Road of Serbiran
The skies have turned black
The gods now our sole protectors
We, their sages, slaves to the Eldare
Fear the divorce of Une
Now a Universe vast in emptiness
Where can we hope to fit in this
Scheme of the age after Creation?
The Transformation of this realm has begun.



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