Challenge
You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
The End
The end has come sooner than thought,
the heavens are raining poision,
and my people are crying tears of agony.
Promises of eternal love are being shared,
hope for the afterlife has shaken,
and the Gods are being foresaken.
My loved ones are all together,
crying and wailing.
My heart has been shattered.
The world will be consumed in flame,
I will be consumed as well.
I just hope
it will not hurt those old
and innocent
I just hope it will end peacefully.
#Theend }
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