Pompeii

Italian winds blow gently and smooth Over hushed dusty remnants of lives past, This once thriving city clueless of its fate Lies frozen in time under hot blazing sun. Chariots and horses stopped in their tracks, Brothel patrons lie in silent passion On lava beds of ashen cold comfort, Slaves free of earthly bonds lie in timeless sleep, Their masters’ tongues forever stilled from curse. Nigh two thousand years of a forced respite For countless lives ceased by nature’s great wrath, Holy temples, theatres and great arenas Forever preserved beneath a molten shroud. Pompeian spectres roam their burial ground Haunted by ancient Vesuvian eyes, Watching and waiting until it’s time To erupt her cruel rage once again.