Crumbling, quivering, cracking, shaking,
Earth and esse breaking.
Tempo stills and furnace suspending,
Before crashing down, descending.
Ebony plume rises like a wraith,
Boiling air welting my face,
Fire ahead, black night back, no escape.
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Pulsing magma stalking through stone,
Slithering between cracks and washing over bone.
Glowing crimson earth, black sky,
Raging ruin passing by.
Nowhere to go, no way to see,
Tasted then swallowed by the debris.
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Buried [Poem]
PoetryI had to make a poem inspired by a painting for English class. I spent a whole 30 minutes on it so cut me some slack- figured might as well post it. Painting: "Vesuvius in Eruption, with a View over the Islands in the Bay of Naples" By Joseph Wrigh...