Skittered a pebble,
From the humongous rubble,
Past majesty eroded in a second,
Were my ears deafened.
Previously she stood tall,
In summer, winter and fall,
Impervious to hurled stones,
Gleaming with broken bones.
But alas! Bones never healed,
Neither were the bleeding wounds sealed,
As she held on to her will,
Mightier than a hill.
How much did she try,
As sinister forces with smiles so wry,
Hacked at her base,
Closing her case.
At last, down she came,
Screaming out her name,
They said that it was 'sanity'
While they puffed the feathers of their own vanity.
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