Priest's Prolouge Poem by Amy Stuart

Continuation from Geoffery Chaucer's 'The Canterbury Tales'

The next member of our group,
Is the most pious of us to boot.
With vestments as black as night,
His eyes cast away all fright.

When the weight of your sin is large,
He will gladly absolve you, free of charge.
Around his neck hangs a Rosary,
To liberate his soul and keep it free.

He Signs himself, kneels, and prays,
Chanting 'Gloria' and 'Ave'.
Deliver to all, he does, the Liturgy,
To keep us free of Satan's tyranny.

When Mass is over, said, and done,
The Father smiles knowing God has won,
Against temptation and sin,
A path in which he promises never to tread again.

When we depart from Canterbury,
The Priest will give thanks to St. Mary.
For it is from her that he received,
The message to visit Thomas' retreat.

We are getting ready to depart,
So regrettably, this is where I end my art.
The Priest's name? I know it well.
For he is named after the noble Abel.