You

Looking from below as you inhabit those towers so tall
To think that one day, that day would come, when they'd fall
Those rituals, those spells that you daintily, yet consciously cast
Were remnants, frail pieces, of this daunting but fleeting past
The oceans uproar incessantly calling the depths of your name
Celestial bodies relentlessly shifting, displacing, all searching in vain
Devoid of life, continuity ceases amongst the elements and seasons
To consider that all of this was happening because you were the reason