The Bargaining Wench Wanting Payment

Shadows hiss_per, of secret, buildup-congealed, no longer trapped within curiosity's seals. Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested, on the rocks and hard-placed reveal of faith tested, self unmasked. Yearning souls beneath it's cloak, in fascination, unwittingly evoke. Stoke of spirits with egging yoke, at hand. While you're seeking solace, longing for hope to land. Whorish grasp tightens its occupation, stores window inn, occupancy in your thinking gland. In the darkest corners, shadows dance, whispering castanets of a mysterious trance. Curiosity lingers, inquisitive and cold, Unveiling the stories, waiting to be told. Thoughts, like waves crash upon your shore, restless siren, longing to shipwreck more. Faith tested, like swim against the tide, revealing the fact that you cannot hide. Clouded reason, hidden beneath a shroud, Beknownst monologues , speaking aloud. Awakening spirits, with a guiding poke, furnish, as their hope is stoked. Acting on grasp, tightening its hold, encroaching upon thoughts, as scenes roll. Occupying windows of the mind, so intertwined, cryptic-thespian-lines. Shadow_wall scenes, taunt you, bait you by your own designs.