Majestic Towers Fall From Grace Poem by reuben dale

A sight to behold, such majesty the clouds are breached.
An immovable object in an unsteady world.
You desire to believe love protects them from ourselves.
But what limitations are there, for a true betrayal.

A morning of peace is disrupted, by the impossible.
In one foul swoop, serenity is no more.
Destruction at the core of perfection

A sight to behold, all majesty is forfeit.
Hellfire invokes the unforgiving chimney
Terror in its concentrated form, brews.
But for us on the ground disbelief comes first

What we are seeing cannot be real, yet it has only just begun.
Emotionally surged, we question reality.
Deja vu overwhelms us.
'Another one? ! '

Awe is lost to time, terrors hand grips tighter.
Now the brave step forward, how we admire the brave.
The conditions unknown, blanketed from the mind.
Only the beloved few are attuned to the pain.
The rest only fear it.

Horror is made public, God himself cries.
A human life reaches terminal velocity,
the only way to escape such terror.
Preference would deny this, but the soul cannot
Taking control of your life is implemented, and deserved
Though we are not suppose to know you,
Our Eyes cry for you.

God where are you? Such a powerful question.
Perhaps he has come, perhaps it gets no worse.
We wish to believe this.
We need to believe this.
Selfish intentions beg to differ

Majesty crumbles, true terror incited.
Once an onlooker, now we are the aftermath.

We ask why? Yet closure can never be assured.
Once so majestic, your fall from grace will haunt us