Bouncing, singing, one two three
So this is how it began.
Nothing more
And
Nothing left,
Save for
You
And me.
Distress, disgrace, I laugh at your appearance
For you have never touched my soul.
Be careful,
Be gentle,
Because at some point in time
The clouds collect, commence and
Pour.
And when the earth and body are still,
The rain is sharp and merciless.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Aeguary, in the year 327 AF.