It was feeling of being undone,
One of such emotion you realized,
You had no idea what you had caused.

Upon that spiral staircase,
That traveled millions into the air,
You’ll stand at the top of it,
And cast eyes upon the rest.

At the bottom of that case,
Had fallen a young mortal.

They had dashed up the stairs,
Chasing for your hand.

Yet the Fates said otherwise,
A young snake had slide across,
There the mortal slip,
and fell to their death.

You watched as the blood spread,
and realized they had no idea,
What exactly they had done.

So you travel down those,
Infinite amount of stairs,
and bring them back up,
As they gaze up at you,
With such marvel in their eyes.

That’s when you realize,
Why you had done this.

Together you climb up the stairs,
The mortals hand tied,
With yours.

When the Gods see we have fallen (via ai-in-the-heart)