Rêveur (Seven Deadly Sins)

Poem By Daniel Thomason

On romanesque cathedrals that glow under some summer daze,
seven women that walk shrewdly on said stone window pane
glance at each other in priest robes that bare their names.

Fierté is the first; her clothes are the finest and her motto is win
But inside is where her heart sings nightmares that churn a cauldron of sin.
Luxure is the second; her lips are of heaven and her eyes are of gold,
But her skin is scarred indefinitely and her robe is stained and old.
Gourmandise is the third; she carries a basket of the finest wine,
But her body is wide, large, solid like the table to dine.
Envie is fourth; she smiles with a pocketed coin that sits in her bag,
But to kill for the coin is her pleasure, a body to drag.
La colère is the fifth; her talents exceed the jesters that sing,
But her smile is breathless; for the party, a grudge she will bring.
Paresse is the sixth, she reigns in beauty and common sweet talk,
But her heart is elsewhere, body missing, gone, trying to walk.
Cupidité is final, she is the wealthiest of the seven,
But due to her gamble, she can't buy her way to heaven.

All seven hold hands and kneel to the effigy,
praying softly together for some imminent recipe.
At amen they pull, tear and burn their attire,
in a sea of a towering, burning fire.
When the fire halts a ring is heard from the tower's bell,
Now that the sacrifice has been made, this offering to hell...

On romanesque cathedrals that glow under some summer daze,
seven women that walk shrewdly on said stone window pane
glance at each other in nothing - so they may fly towards the city to play.

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