POMPEII

In the shadow of Vesuvius, where time took flight,

Pompeii stood, a city bathed in sunlight.

Whispers of life in every cobblestone,

A tale of grandeur, now to us unknown.

City of shadows, frozen in a day,

Where life and death met in a tragic ballet.

Pompeii's heart, forever encased,

In the volcanic grip, beautifully erased.

Cobbled streets, where chariots once rolled,

Echoes of stories in each threshold.

Marketplaces teeming, alive in the air,

Now silent, in the city's solemn lair.

Courtyards adorned with blooms of the past,

Echoes of laughter, love that would last.

Fountains whispering in tranquil grace,

In Pompeii's embrace, time found a space.

Temples and gods with tales to tell,

Columns standing, where worshippers once fell.

In sacred silence, Pompeii bows,

A city entwined with forgotten vows.

Mosaics unraveling stories untold,

Of richness and warmth in hues of gold.

Figures preserved in a timeless race,

In Pompeii's art, life finds a place.

Amphitheater echoes with a ghostly cheer,

Spectators vanished, yet their spirits near.

Gladiators' valor, an ancient trace,

In the arena's sands, time does embrace.

Then, Vesuvius spoke with fiery breath,

A cataclysmic dance, a meeting of death.

Ashen shroud, a funeral lace,

Pompeii embraced in nature's grace.

Yet, in ruins where shadows play,

Pompeii's spirit refuses to decay.

A resurrection in each stone,

A testament to a city overthrown.

Eternal city, in volcanic gloom,

Your legacy rises from the tomb.

In the dance of ash, in time's embrace,

Pompeii lives, a poignant grace.

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