So the greatest temple of the Mind fell Through endless diamond dust Body of the volatile Spirit Peeling away exposing A lack of attribution Eroding the Heart To nothing.
I stand before desolation of a forgotten age Like witnessing the Fall of Troy In a marsh, stagnant tombyard With my own countenance before it Reflecting its sorrowful demise.
'I know not how it was; but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.' Edgar Allen Poe (The Fall of the House of Usher)