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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the Grecian bay, of Paradise lost, a slumbering Giant Does sleep, at eases restless peace. Beneath thunder mountain's base, across the blue divide, Exists a bustling sea port, full of culture and tradition. Beware Pompeii, for natures wrath hovers above thee. Within safety’s sheltering harbor, the population lies Completely at fates mercy, as if innocence children, left Alone to play in the wilderness, without protection. Look into the stilled waters, it is a thin pain of glass, A mirror's image of a grand utopian society, That's shattered in a tenth of a second by reality. Here their echoing foot steps, down ancient Roman roads, voices screams silenced by Death's gloved hands, striking without warning. A phantom people frozen in stone, hidden Beneath an ashen graveyard. Forgotten by posterity, until unearthed exposed To destiny’s future. Hell's fire storm unleashed on earth, It begins with a quaking rumbling, an eruptions Mumbling, forecasting a foreboding doom lying Stirring does the mountain dragon, awaking Inhaling, exhaling, releasing calamity’s white Hot blaze against Pompeii, with the raw force Of ten Hiroshima bombs. A volcanic shock wave felt around the world, Smokes pyroclastic cloud blinding the sun, And biting at the global sphere itself. Catechism's ultimate destructive tidal wave, Rocks mankind to it's inner most core, Leaving at flash points center, nothing alive. Apocalypses Thunder Dome, a seething fire pit, From which evacuation’s few survivors, Become castaways orphans, left to the four Winds mercy, a nation without a country, A people of the seven seas. Behind them are their kindred, memories Forsaken of flesh and bone, now ashen Residue buried alive for all time, Legacy's tribute to the volcano Known as Mt. Vesuvius, and a paradise lost, Called Pompeii. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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