Hoity-Toity

I was walking hoity-toity When pride tumbled to the ground And despite its monolithic weight... It feathered not a sound. I stretched upon a bended knee But my efforts were surpassed... I found the weight... did dissipate As it reversed to blackened ash. I stood there for a moment... Not sure what had turned the tide. But if one must drop a deadly sin... It's best to start with pride. The End