Hence she came with long billowing tresses,
Nary a moment all alone,
And now, an imminent departure doth needeth partake
For two turnings of the wheel they will be apart,
Lucky, oh so fortunate doth I, the teller of this tale, the would be poet, be drawn, be allowed, for even a moment, a rare glimpse of such wonderful friendship. Thus I end this tale, such a tale! In fateful anticipation, belief that this tale hath not truly and never will end...
As foretold, documented in script,Marcel(the month of August, the 18th day the year of 1998)