Second by second: 50, 100, 500 foot tall,
Bustling streets crawled to a halt.
All around her expanding form; the delusion did crumble. And fall
Yet she smirked, free of fault.
Did she stumble and blunder?
Her first step made crushingly clear.
The building she wore: torn asunder,
And the streets once still—Now parting seas of fear.
Miles arise,
A world solely hers to claim.
The eclipsed sun, space swimming within her eyes,
Harbouring a desire. A smouldering flame.
Every beginning and end. She commands both,
The world: a small price to pay for her never-ending growth.