It might be of benefit to unveil the shark tooth grimace he held under his breathless conjured-up folly that was neither of both worlds taciturn nor ambivelent. He held that which is certain in circumspect, maligned and misguided reluctance to participate in treasure or theatrical underpinned resolution. He forgave of none the select dowry held by ransom to the majestrate’s jest, the landlocked skirmishes of salutations’ sacrifice for ratification of fantastic symbols of erstwhile finger jabbers, those stating opulence to be there magnitude. Rest assured the diner eats no fare that does not consume its share in nature’s dilemma. To fight the skirmish in tired-out dogma? Of no part takes the dragon, who knows of power in less spacious dreams. Over in the quick! Linger not, or rest dreary in the wood, and marry the earthen struggle again stalwart pilgrim and see the remedy is short-lived by its envinerable keepsake, the rasp of the key turning the lock, the clang of poison’s remorse that sends the salient message to trembling lips that kiss the feet of kings, yet speak the words of paupers. – Sinz
