Skyscraping

Drastic are the days of these finds:
Tower-high fulminous waste-plants,
  Churning with virulent sulphur-fumes

Bedeviled by blasphemous pride:
Gyroscopic contorted endeavors,
  Whirling 'round the balustrade

Tragic are the ways of these minds:
Fickle and fractious filaments,
  Dimly emitting a wan woesome light