The Love and Horror Here

The Fair City or Ode to Pompeii

Death is in the skies,
Floating in the air,
Ashes coat my lungs,
And I wonder if this shall be my last breath,
I would close my eyes,
But I know it won't lessen the pain.
The reaper's calling,
My city's falling,
And I know we're going to die tonight,
Not by some blight,
But by Vulcan's fiery wrath,
I see my life pass by my eyes, and I see death at the end of the path.
I watch my city,
My dear Pompeii, falling down,
Nothing can be done.
Magma courses down the roads,
Puddles of it in ferocious droves,
People run and people hide,
But nothing can be done,
And I know we're going to die tonight.
I should have known it was too good to last,
A city so grand as Pompeii,
I should have known I was going to see it fall one day.
The end has come to pass,
The fair city has been destroyed,
And I knew we were going to die going to die tonight.