TIMELINE: SUMMER 2024
PRIMARY INSPIRATION: THE VIOLENCE OF MEDIEVAL TIMES AND THE LIMINAL BEAUTY OF FLOWERS
a kingdom free of wordly desires.
never falter before the spires.
never falter before the spires.
CREDITS:
CREATIVE AND DESIGN DIRECTOR: LIAM DANIEL
PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT DIRECTOR: ANDERS LAW
SPECIAL PROJECTS DIRECTOR: JACKSON DALLAS
PHOTO BY: ADDI MAE, ANDERS LAW, LIAM SCOTT, AND SYDNEY BURTON
MODELED BY ANSLEY JORDAN, SAGAR PATEL, QUINCY DALLAS, AND SYDNEY BURTON
CREATIVE AND DESIGN DIRECTOR: LIAM DANIEL
PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT DIRECTOR: ANDERS LAW
SPECIAL PROJECTS DIRECTOR: JACKSON DALLAS
PHOTO BY: ADDI MAE, ANDERS LAW, LIAM SCOTT, AND SYDNEY BURTON
MODELED BY ANSLEY JORDAN, SAGAR PATEL, QUINCY DALLAS, AND SYDNEY BURTON
suns rays focusing like a dozen stings
to erode the last name off my chest
walk with purpose never stagger
im from the longest line of kings
unsheath the blood-baptised dagger
and carve my first name on the crest
they say a jester locked inside an obscure tower
who never bows to gold or power
is the bell that tolls to warn your brother
never direct death’s blade against another
bruises bloom, rusty petals sprout and quiver
luanch my vessel through a cobblestone fort
breach the skull, flush gray matter down the river
and
to erode the last name off my chest
walk with purpose never stagger
im from the longest line of kings
unsheath the blood-baptised dagger
and carve my first name on the crest
they say a jester locked inside an obscure tower
who never bows to gold or power
is the bell that tolls to warn your brother
never direct death’s blade against another
bruises bloom, rusty petals sprout and quiver
luanch my vessel through a cobblestone fort
breach the skull, flush gray matter down the river
and
keep looking in my eyes so i can project the pain away
a murder crooned the macabre mort
but they still slashed my lifeless veins all day
fresh pressed flesh is holy fuel
blessed be the ritual
that sends the martyr down heavens path
for the sins of others wrath
arrange my skeleton into a pyre
recite the rites and stroke the lyre
put the castle’s court on my back
and reignite cataclysmic fire
a murder crooned the macabre mort
but they still slashed my lifeless veins all day
fresh pressed flesh is holy fuel
blessed be the ritual
that sends the martyr down heavens path
for the sins of others wrath
arrange my skeleton into a pyre
recite the rites and stroke the lyre
put the castle’s court on my back
and reignite cataclysmic fire
frayed velvet horns
burnt crown of thorns
dahlias churn and wilt
worms turn when blood is spilt
burnt crown of thorns
dahlias churn and wilt
worms turn when blood is spilt
COMPLETE ARCHIVE