not everything was
made to last,
even the greatest warriors
and mightiest kings
bow down
to the will
of the heavens

you and i,
what we built,
it was worthy
of praise from the gods

maybe that’s why
they became angry
mere mortals
who dare create
something so beautiful,
so magnificent
mere mortals
who decided to play god

maybe that’s why
everything was taken from us
not like a thief
in the middle of a quiet night,
but in a blaze of chaos
and terror and destruction

and what we
were left with,
the ashes of
something great,
the memories of
what used to be,
and a warning
to never been forgotten

even if
what we had ended,
know that
i will wait for you
in the next life
and in every life beyond that
so that in each one,
we will create
something great again
we will be the legends
parents tell their children
we will be the ones
who defied gods
and their power

until then,
wait for me
as i wait for you
my dear pompeii,
city of my dreams,
we will meet again