Pompeii

When nature takes a turn for the worst grumbling rumbles shakes great balls of fire falling in her tears black snowfalls Burning smell of sulphur burns rolling down the mountains molten lava they salute death rivers of flames the chariots of Hell's fire Crying infants wailing out mercy embraced in their mothers arms held together with fathers They roared to the Gods for help falling silver ashes remains Imagining God had forsaken them as the skies disappeared from their eyes falling into the darkening death vision Their universe plunged into darkness Victims they felt death falling upon them A deadly feeling they are the children cursed by the damned volcano No where to run No where to hide They stop and the black ash swallows them like a carpet of night forever gone but always remembered in hearts the fall of a great city in living history truly lives forever in the archives of our time I would be the Celtic gladiator