Spiraling, falling, tumbling,
Heads over heels,
Weightless, yet heavy as rocks
we are no longer flying.
Flailing limbs with no reason
as long clawed fingers
greedily grip at the surface of cliffs
as we try to stop our plummet.
A fall from grace,
as some might say.
From high golden thrones
carried on backs of headless birds,
a simple loss of traction
and we are thrown from our castles.
Sent head over heels
off of the backs of our vehicles
Tumbling, falling, spiraling.
