Challenge
You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
Falling Seconds
The Lady of Consequence
has gone,
leaving the array of ores
suspended in air,
Grains of earth,
Falling seconds,
Their weight melts
into the chaos,
Leaving only their spirits
to dance on mortality,
Dust on the olive branches,
Falling seconds,
A wall of embers between us,
The almighty watching us,
Above us,
No longer with us,
Leaving us
to walk along the flames of sins,
Ashes reflect in our eyes
harmonizing with our horror,
Drifting down
to the bones,
Layers of grey,
Fallen seconds.
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