Sermons from the Elect - Preface

Poetical exhortations upon the
Seven Deadly Sins
with
Preface & Epilogue

For all those who pass through the gates of Faire

with cheek --and tongue firmly planted therein!

Preface

Against the bright and merry pallete of the Faire

The somber messengers of doom are there to feed our merriment.

We pass the gates; we cast off care

And come to play between the worlds of Then and Now.

The struggle 'twixt the dark and light

Seems ludicrous when all about is revelry;

The Faire is colors, gay and light

Or rich and deep, awhirl.

Here we touch ecstasy, a swirling tapestry of hues

Converging on our Faery Queen

In whose name we carouse.

The strident sermons of the pious few

Are but dark notes played in a merry air.
Where there is light, a shadow too is cast

That giveth form.

Darkness defines, as day from day be marked by night,

And on the parchment,

White is given meaning by the black ink.

Drawing lines, making distinctions.