Host of the

Hallowed Haunting Grounds

Keith Keith fabricating

Keith was a major force in the evolution of the show. His creative influence was most notable in the overall theme of the show, "The Profane vs. The Sacred." Keith was also the one responsible for The Lost Souls, heard from the Crypt Ghost, and The Blessed Dead recited by the Talking Statue.

Keith's craftsmanship was on display in such elements as the Wandering Spirit of the Sacred Woods, which he is seen fabricating here in the second picture taken in 1989.

Sadly, Keith passed away suddenly in June of 2015. We will miss him and trust that he rests with the Blessed Dead.

The Lost Souls ~ A Lament

They died, but lived on...
Stubborn in their old ways,
Blind to the Eternal Spirit,
They lived on after death
The way they lived before.

Dazzled by the world of appearances,
They never saw into themselves.
One by one their gods they banished to the attic,
A heap of broken images gathering dust.

After a lifetime spent worshiping silver and gold,
After a lifetime of ignorance, envy, and spite,
After a lifetime of arrogance and greed,
They were surprised by death,
Surprised that Eternity magnifies who we are,
Surprised they no longer know how to change.

Pity them in their misery,
But never forget they chose their fate.
Beware the desert of temptation,
A wasteland where mirages beckon,
Where angry passions heat the mind,
Where the Spirit, forgotten, chokes on sand.

They died, but lived on...
Stubborn in their old ways,
Blind to the Eternal Spirit,
They lived on after death
The way they lived before.

The Blessed Dead ~ An Invocation

For you, in whom the Spirit lives,
I now invoke the blessed dead.
Commune with us this hallowed evening,
Appear within these sacred woods.
By your grace, we now beseech thee,
Intervene in our behalf.

Reveal our God in nature dwelling,
The voice that speaks within all thunder,
The hand that stretches forth in lightning,
The heart that glows in the stony depths.
Reveal to us the Eternal Spirit,
Who animates maternal earth.

That we may find within ourselves,
The self-same Spirit who moves the storm.
Incarnate Spirit, born in man,
Work your will with human hand.

In each of us a seed is planted.
The Spirit, like a flower, grows
In kinder light, in gentle rain,
We return to the garden from whence we came.

Keith Pearce

  • Poet Laureate
  • Faithful Spirit
  • Soul of the Sacred
  • Amicus Æternam