Were shooting stars that streak in dying flame
Expelled from lofty heaven by their peers?
Have they been stripped of glory's bitter name,
Cast down and out, exposed by common fears?
In soaring flight of pride their wings were clipped.
The crack of bones avenged their haughty leap,
While bound to earth they are of power stripped,
Their frame by dismal ruin buried deep.
When walls come down in choking clouds of ash
The gods and guards are forced to watch in dread
Till painful echoes rise below the crash
With lords and ladies likewise trapped and bled.
Like rubble, actions past oppress her thought
As goddess carries fates her subjects wrought.