Over the still city did she loom;
Her face, cast in shadow, hard to discern.
To bring forth its salvation or doom,
None below could learn.
The tallest buildings barely threatened her knees.
The streets filled with aghast and wonder.
An uneasy silence-- not a whisper, sound, or breeze.
Which was promptly torn asunder.
A sea of people fled. The ground splintered and cracked,
As her foot bore down on the city below.
Dust, smoke, and screams rose from the impact.
Once a city of hope: now the ruins of woe.
She continues on, completely unaware;
Of the trail she left, of disaster and despair.