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