When you first told me that we were on borrowed time,

I laughed, taking you in my arms,

Asking from whom it was borrowed.

Now I know.

I know that time is not something we can keep,

Or hoard,

Or stow away.

Time can only be used, or wasted.

And it doesn't go away:

Even when we're gone, each hour, each minute

Will carry on like the last.

I remember when you first told me you loved me

And I laughed and said I love you more.

You said you'd love me to the moon and back

But not to the sun,

Because that would be too much.

I told you I'd love you to the end,

And this is it.

This is the end, and I still love you

Just as much as I did at the beginning.

I borrowed time and now I'm giving it back,

Perhaps a bit worn,

But still usable by some other soul.

Goodbye.

hearts beating

loud

shook up

the ground

mother earth

awoke

heated and enraged

sputtered her billow

of clouds

at the sky

it lingered

jupiter roared

as the darkness fell

o' caelestis

o' lucetius

i howled at the sky

where Dies Pater

has defeated

in the shrine

of apollo

i knelt

recited the verse

i wrote

as my last gratitude

for the gift

bestowed upon me

glory to the patron of poets

for he is worthy of many hymns

life flashed

before my eyes:

of the times i spent wisely

of the times i spent foolishly;

short yet worthwhile

i curled up

bore no regrets

as the death came

in pyroclastic flow.

Where now are our glorious, lauded gods?

Jupiter, in lightingbolt robes woven from furious storms, where?

Flames stream from above like Olympian rain.

Lady Juno, clothed in sumptuous purple, wreathed in scent

of plums, weighed down with bounty and elegance, where?

Snowflakes of ash are lining our windowsills.

Where now are our statues adorned with devotion?

Minerva, wise goddess, your serene, marble likeness

is melting in embers at the heart of Pompeii.

Twins of sun and moon, Diana, Apollo, you look

down from your chariots with disdain,

as the melted rock from Vulcan's forge drowns us.

Where now, are the deities we so devoutly worshipped?

I know only of one,who has deigned to show himself,

Pluto, his stygian hand wrapped softly around my throat.

I reached up, brushed the hair from his face

As I melted into his embrace

The sky was hidden from our view

As the volcano began to spew

Ash and soot filled the sky

I held him tight, we both cried

I tried to comfort this man I love

As fireballs fell from up above

I knew that the end was near

Trying hard to show no fear

The volcano’s wrath finally found the place

Where we clung to our last embrace.

Black ash rains down upon us

They said the world would end in fire

I did not expect it to come so soon

Terror smiles amid the chaos

Fear hides in the hearts of all

What was once man is now a statue

Of crumbling ash

Returning to the dirt that once made him

May God save our souls

All I see is embers

The beast aglow

Knowing this is the last moment

Billowing clouds of ash dominate the sky

And all I can hear are the screams of my people

All I see is white

Whiteness slowing suffocating my brothers

Come the end of the day

When the sky has fallen

Will you remember me?

All I see is red

Waters flowing crimson of my sisters

Come the end of the day

When all is in ruins

Who will watch over those who are lost in the flurry?

All I see is black

Keep watch over our souls

For the Mountain burns with its wrath

Covering Pompeii for the last time

Will you remember us?

All I see—

Time is what you make it

I have always been told,

never leave things to chance

you never know

what could happen.

Times I wished

I lived a simple life

by the sea,

lived as a

fisherman

casting nets.

A time I wished

I kept a promise

and not run away,

To be on a boat

at sea.

Now time

is catching up

with me,

It's not long now

I'll be covered in ash.

Time I wished

I'd listed to friends

and lovers,

A time to die

not me.

I live forever with Love

As my doom nears,

I think about the tears,

that comes through the years,

Of me leaving.

If you are in this position,

You understand the transition,

That puts us in the condition,

with no retrieving.

I want to send love to all I encountered,

please know its real.

And my fears of the pain, as it hot rain,

tell you how I feel.

My begging goes to my lord,

to stop it before it starts.

If this happens,

I can't donate my body parts.