The Turn

"A quickening taste to charge wretched will. The illusionist play to give, into craving sight grand work unveiled and dressed, for dire applause I have played this before raise curtains to swift divine. How does it work and how can one turn? For a man sleight of hand is wealthy to abundant term. Make haste. For a man sleight of hand make haste. For a man sleight of hand wealthy to abundant term. Make haste. To breeding grounds of shrouded trade fortune teeming with whispered skill. To breeding grounds of shrouded trade fortune teeming with whispered skill and obsidian cheer. Make haste in night crown we trust Take the turn Make haste Take the turn For every blade a lie Clairvoyant become of me set your sights to closed eyes and mind these hands. First you see you me and now you don't a turn of swift descent it was the less adept For every blade.... ...a lie the tall shadow adorned by a single red feather. Nostrils discern alluring smoke and ritz taste with attention astray the turncoat takes the square first you see you me and now you don't even sleeves of alpha play only roll up so high when concealing fame in shallow waters. First you see you me and now you don't. Devices laid before entitled few. To devour guard at opportune hour."