Pompeii

The crimson lava’s kissing

crimson, heavy burning sky;

A violent smoke is dancing

where their burning lips are harshly touching.

The earth is trembling,

Vesuvius erupting,

the world entire – burnt,

exploding and in pain.

With bodies limp,

inhaling fire -

survivors few - unable now

to even scream.

The end now near,

as God decided,

all sinners,

saints - about to die.

One final blow –

the city’s under,

a blanket’s moving –

one motley lava, fire, smoke.

Above it all

sad, lonely face is watching;

God’s tear suddenly

appears in His eye.

“Their final destination

is well worthy.”  “Perpetual reminder

of My greatness…and My wrath”