Città del Vesuvio
Sitting upon a small island
A town rich with culture and beaches covered in white sand
Peaceful little place living under Roman rule
Whose people are granted a nice sea breeze that keeps the town cool
Hephaestus’ armory at the island’s center
The home of every blacksmith’s mentor
One day out of nowhere
That sleeping mountain had awaked and its fiery wrath the people had to bear
Smoke and soot blackened the sky
So dark that not even birds dared to fly
A pillar of lava sprouted from its mouth
Decimating everything to the south
Townspeople run and hide
Praying to appease the Olympians they may have defied.
Trees and buildings, people and pets, buried in a coffin of ash.
In four days time, all gone in a flash
Now what remains are nothing but ruins
Scattered and fallen fragments lay like knocked down pins
While that mountain hibernates, still peering down at the wine fields of Naples
As tourists explore that ancient city which was known for its wheat staples.