Far below the mountain's top. where the wealthy cities lie. All the world came to a stop when the careless had to die. Who was there to hear them cry? when that mountain broke their trust? The fortunate who breathed a sigh, When Pompeii lay in dust.
The city and her wealthy twin, were ravaged and torn asunder. Were they punished for some wretched sin? The living had to wonder Ashes, grief, and the city lay under, encased in lava's crust. The price too high for a violent blunder. When Pompeii lay in dust.
In the foothills, beneath the ash, thousands of years have gone by. We look for clues into the past, beneath Vesuvius' watchful eye. Her misshapen peak scrapes the sky, we satisfy a lust, for treasures lost to Vesuvius' blast When Pompeii lay in dust.
Beware the dogs, Cave Canam, Watch and listen, this is a must! The temples speak, you will hear them, where Pompeii lay in dust.
A superb write, Sylence. I've been to the ruins of Pompei, and I just felt like I was there again. Fascinating topic.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2003
How could I possibly do an encore to Keith's grandiose
comments? I must simply nod my head in agreement.
It almost reads as though you were there recently, viewing
the modern day remains, and reminiscing.
Oh my... this is.. beyond fantastic.. beyond unbelievable.. beyond anything I have ever read. This is.. perfection. Breathless.. absolutely breathless...
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comments? I must simply nod my head in agreement.
It almost reads as though you were there recently, viewing
the modern day remains, and reminiscing.