“The Arranged Site was a sight to be seen, through the crevasses of the spring
morning as it cast a shadow acrossed the air, the morning dew never hath so fare.
I have seen numerous things, but none like that morning of sunshine in a deep
array to fill the atmosphere with a dense belay o fthe darkness and of the heartache
that has atrophied this heart, and mingled mayhem from the start. Thou art pleasant
and thou art beauty a token, a present of everlasting love. The ponds bear to me
their sympathies as I mourn into depths, foraging their proximity until I disconcert
the collosus resting in its fathoms, a great of fish of malevolence that dters me back to my ancient ways. For now the arranged site is in dismay.”