Pompeii
I feel the breaths
of night.
Take me in your cold
winds
Like a carpet that
flies,
And bring me back
amidst
The world of the
ancient
When the moon is
crescent.
Blazing lights that
send warmth
To homes within
stone walls
Of warriors who play
darts
Of a king in his
hall.
The early families
Of the young earth
and mist.
I hear it, the loud
boom!
Red flames fall from
the sky;
Tonight, the gods
sent doom.
Farewell, lover and
lyre,
For these burns may
freeze you,
But tell your story
through.