Description
A cinematic poem by Jonas Pfeiffer and Laurence Fuller.
A gift horse, a giant,
Striding in its own might,
Falling hooves of a Titan,
We have prepared a gift for you,
It’s made of the finest metals,
And timbers we did hew,
We spent years to give it the beautiful polish of truth,
To see its shine in your eyes of youth,
Don’t you see, its image we made in you,
He looks into its reflection,
“Yes it does, look like me”
“And this whole sculpture, I can keep?”
“Yes, that’s what we made it for”
“It’s so beautiful I want to weep”
“Keep it”
That night, the moon rose high up,
The sky, it glowed over all of paradise,
And the King looked out of the window,
At the gift that had arrived.
Finally, at last, he was represented to be true, to be good, it was beautiful.
“So wonderful!”
The praise was so wonderful,
He didn’t ask for it, but it was just what he needed,
This gift was so wonderful.
He rest his head, the night overwhelmed the castle,
There was a sacred note,
That rung out, across the courtyard,
He woke;
“Ding”
From its belly they approached,
“Ding”
That sound, that sound, THAT SOUND
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