Sail magnificent stars
over the tomb of Pompeii,

sing of those who
wander far and wide
beneath the death dance
of a shimmering Moon.

Hear the voices that cry
with tears of anger
over the Sun of dust and ashes.

Night has fallen on artifacts
and kneeling bodies
encased in petrified lava.

At times, prayers echo to the gods
on the winds of a volcanic eruption.
Ancient souls are destined to walk
on forever molten paths of fire.