Do you really want to send Serjeant's Muse a message saying you like their work?
By the briar and elm woven 'fore us, by the tooth-ridden hand that chases the flag, by the race to erect each planar truss, comes the genesis of a lie to snag:
a lit candle in a windowless room - spark of fertile mental analysis; a sketch of an idea still in the womb - dew-sweet venom to induce paralysis.
The middle is life and this is high stakes. Mutations of permutations: dark priest fianchettoed. The ivory men make company between us. Dreams - hopes - deceased.
History puts a saint in every dream; the devil of position infers scheme.
reQuest 2018 - nodeshell challenge