There was a day so long ago
A day now long forgot
Of fiery land that spat soot coloured rocks
Burning ash rained from the heavens
And people breathed in the stale, burning air
Never again did they breathe.
Perhaps they fled and cried in mercy
Or crouched in an accepting position, their face tightened.
Perhaps some escaped...but who would know?
This land now strewn with ash cast corpses
Lays dormant, forgotten and yet still preached of.

Of course it has to be Pompeii...