A poem for somebody who falls down a lot

In a dark castle atop a spire,
The evil minds together conspire,
They plot's Man's demise, they ready their curse,
May crushing doom befall the universe!

The old virgin has poisoned his apple,
Orders the law to robust men cripple,
Bring down great temples, flatten the mountains,
Have the kind and the gentle yell in pain!

The atom-splitter makes it go further,
Inescapable to mind and matter,
Tear apart the stars, submit even time,
Turn the galaxies to ashes and grime!

They smirk, satisfied with their hateful deed,
Nothing can resist that can't beat light speed,
The law governs all, none will ever flee,
Gravity's a damn mighty enemy!