Burned it to the ground
There’s not time enough to explain
For you to comprehend the horror
That befell upon that tower
All you see are remnants
Of a building
That took a century to compose
Built by the locals
From hate and degradation
Had you the fortune to see her
Before the source of light
Lit her a flame
Your breath stolen
Animation devoid
Gaze professed to no other
Would never forget
The pure power that grew
From the aberration
But the light was enough
To reduce all that stability
To ash
But wonder still
If she was created from greater threats than nothing itself
What will she become
When she merely has ash to concur
She toils, I see
Defeat she will not succumb