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.