Pompeii
Smoke and ash covers the sky.
Its day, yet it’s as dark a night
There’s wailing of children and women scream.
The mountain rumbles with Vulcan’s might.
Lava is the only light.
There’s no saving us.
Refuge won’t come.
Armageddon rains down from the heavens.
We feel a higher powers’ presence.
The great city of Pompeii will be buried soon.
We all must face our impending doom
as the screaming and wailing stops.
Copyright © Anthony Whitacre | Year Posted 2014
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