Erklep

Where did your Venice go and what remains? The gondolas, steps and breakfast in San Marco, cannot continue. Marble, Seawater, Mosaic. Sink, or be run over. Where, Ezra, did your Venice Go?

In the time of the dinosaurs, this rock, which from this point on I will refer to as my own, though it has no owner, was formed.  It had neither a mother, nor a father.  If any rock was to be more grand that my own, it would not survive the wrath of God, for my rock is divine. I say this after spending a total of two weeks working with, against, and for my rock.  It has caused me much stress in the deepest nights of my room, with many a stubbed toe.  You see, he always ends up in the worst situations, with the worst influences. Enough about its personality, let us speak of his personal size.  He has large shoulders with a sizable waist.  

Blessed Be on this day of May, Bring back the cloak of Winter's Day. From within the Goddess comes a sight, We see then light come from the night. As Beauties play and men sway, standing stiff in their hard cold way. Walking forward through lives of fire, so as our strength may never tire.