Aaron Fielding never quite found his bearing -
he was a man caught between two worlds without belonging to either.
He closed his eyes at Fidelio
and stopped his ears during Figaro.
He was a man who loved the world but despised individuals;
he loved to preach
but abhorred preaching.
He had been a King of Atlantis
and a Caesar of Rome.
Then, in a bad shuffle of the universal cards
he had been a seduced maiden of Victoria's Court.
Aaron feared God but challenged His wisdom.
He held that divine perfection
Could not create imperfection
(free will was no excuse).
Consequently, Aaron never quite found a seat in church.
Aaron never seemed to match
the cause and the effect;
the song and the dance.
He lived life to its fullest
while hounded by the gadfly of death.
And when it came, and Aaron left
a slight of the Engraver's hand
put Aaron's epithet:
Here lies a man
Who hated the world
But loved individuals.