Versuvio - Poem by Tony Mushrow
Now a beautiful sleeping giant,
but once growling anger,
destruction and fiery wanton death,
spewed from this yawning mouth.
A breath that blotted out the sun,
and turned the rain to ash,
day to night.
Red hot lava sent the sea bubbling,
panic in Pompeii.
The twisting smoke column,
rises, fusing heaven and earth.
Shakes the ground,
scorching the green plains.
Burning smoke and ash, caged within.
Weeping thousands try to flee,
scattered liked leaves in the wind.
The peeling bell,
to no avail,
its path chosen.
A gateway to hades opened,
endless all consuming fire,
flashing forth with no order.
Dancing from house to palace,
rich to poor, beggar, thief,
the giant devours, land, sail, man.
Erupting more, farewell to all.
Spared not the noble or the vain.
And down the mountain,
the lava snakes,
like a red carpet,
But this is not a welcome guest.
No place to run or hide,
The land burns, the sea burns.
Only to wait, and prey.
And when its time,
and stare into medusa’s eye
For all eternity………………………
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