Challenge
You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
The End
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
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