A moment in paris spent in revelation and awe,
Looking up at that tower, in expectaction of flaws, yet
It seemed all so perfect. The times irony exposed
To have something so ideal, grow from This World, who could ever know?..
The lights were dimming, and often were swimming,
Through the depth of the air of Paris, where I was gazingly skimming.
Over the Haze of grayness that shrouded graceful Eiffels Peak
Up until I heard this Voice, Not easily rivalled Speak..
The Sky ripped in two, and bolts of lightning flew out,
Skewered the tower, and its lights, which instantly blew out.
Engulfing all in this darkness, where only the flashin Illuminated.
Where the screams of people came so quickly, they barely flew then faded
The sky was screaming, and the city was showered by hell,
When at that moment, My eyes realised that perfect tower had fell.

.. This symbol of perfection once towered with Dominance.
Now its destruction would not only mean the death of its, but this whole worlds prominence.


Umm.. lost its way.. my bad