With its hand outstretched, the transverse Gregorian rhapsody took hold on the cornice of Hope Stadium. With the infernal fields as stretched blankets below, the crowing frown came upon the waiting, with long-nailed fingers, and a scratching among the thin metal. Shears and leverage took their toll on these draconian peoples, which the rhapsody hastened into the frames to the great Outside.
There is left a mark of the ruined stave in the bars of Eaton, now that the might of this entity has made address of the encounter. While the deescalated parties driven over the falls make their way down, the tendrils of order and understanding will reach out to hang from the class-natured lintels.