House of Cards

Walking through the park,
One dreary afternoon,
Something caught my attention,
Out of the corner of my eye.
Turning to behold the thing,
That had broken my concentration.
Startled with surprise,
Gasping with confusion.
Nothing would have prepared me,
For that which was standing there,
In the middle of a grassy section.
Rubbing my eyes,
Perhaps it isn't real.
Slowly opening the lids,
Not knowing what to expect.
To my surprise,
It was still there.
Curiosity getting the best,
I began to creep towards it,
Slowly,
Half expecting something,
To jump out.
After what seemed like minutes,
I finally arrived at the base,
Of the monstrosity of an object.
Gasping in awe,
As I scaled this behemoth.
If I hadn't of seen it,
With my own eyes,
I would not have believed it .
There in front of me,
Four stories high,
Thirty feet at the base,
Stood,
Somehow on its own,
A house of cards.
I stood there,
Admiring that which was in front of me.
It all seemed perfect,
Too good to be true.
Not a single flaw,
In the architecture.
Upon further inspection,
I had noticed,
The walls of the structure,
Had been worn by the wind.
And yet,
There it stood,
As if no storm,
Could bring it down.
Just then,
As the thought entered my mind,
The loud crack of lightning,
Sounded in the distance.
It continued,
Growing louder with each new bolt.
Soon the smell of rain,
Drifted into my nose.
Instinct was telling me to run,
To seek shelter.
Yet my legs did not move.
I had to stay.
To see how this house of cards,
Would stand up to the elements.
Sudden gusts of wind,
Began to attack the walls.
Yet the house of cards,
Stood firm,
Almost laughing in defiance,
As the winds,
Desperately continued,
To beat against the walls.
But to no avail,
The house has won.
What's this?
I think to myself,
As I raise my hand to eyes level.
There,
In the center of my palm,
Was the one thing,
That spelled out certain destruction,
For this magnificent creation.
Although just one rain drop now,
More was sure to come.
One by one,
They began to fall.
Although just a few didn't hurt,
Over time the consistent bombarding,
Began to take its toll.
The water began to seep,
From the surface,
To the core.
Weakening the very foundation,
That the cards were built upon.
It didn't take long,
Before enough had been soaked up.
This beautiful creation,
Was being destroyed,
From the inside out.
Collapsing under its own weight.
Story by story,
The support beams began to break,
Not being able to hold the weight,
In their damaged state.
It didn't take long,
Before all that was left,
Of the magnificent building,
Was a pile of rubble.
I stood in awe,
Of the events that just took place,
Right in front of my eyes.
There was nothing I could do,
To prevent what had happened.
All I could do now,
Was hang my head,
And keep on walking.