Marketplace

 
 
In the agora
gamblers bargain
for trinkets,
lusty silk,
poignant spice,
drama of mysteries
from far ports and galleons.
Veiled spirits slip through,
viscous as spilled honey,
filter death for incarnation.
In stalls forms proliferate
Zombie, Vampire, Wereman,
Human, Devine.
Vendors howl wares;
voices blend enchantments.
In the agora, lost forever;
choose well
how you spend your days.
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