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Eternally Pompeii

She teases me with the smell of late October
The midnight caressing of new found lovers
Beneath the autumn moon, she proclaimed to me
That the seeds of love will forever bloom

The streets fill with the living dead
For the ceremony when tragedies are wed
With powdered bone, our road was paved
We watch with apathy
When napalm sweeps through your sad parade

Make the winter rain stay faraway
When burning leaves fail to light the way
We find ourselves lost in the shadows
When things that slither awake below

The wicked pumpkins, they sneer at November
I'm lost in memories I can't remember
The howling of wolf songs grab my attention
Leaving me curled in fetal submission

Damage controls Elysium
When the misery denies family with crumbs
Left for the doves, we face the day
We embrace, whispering
Sweet nothings in the streets of Pompeii

Make the jealous eyes stay faraway
When burning leaves fail to light the way
We find ourselves lost in the torment
When the ghosts inside wail their laments

Her canvas was painted
With a master's hand
As beautiful as a portent of doom
Sinners become sainted
The blessed and damned
Gather around her shrine beneath the moon

She comes to me in moonlit pools of late July
And leaves too soon, as quickly as ravens fly
I still recall the last kiss on my forehead
Scarring me with scents of roses long since dead

Make the winter rain stay faraway
When burning leaves fail to light the way
We find ourselves lost in the shadows
When things that slither awake below

The streets fill with the living dead
For the ceremony when tragedies are wed
With powdered bone, our road was paved
We embrace, whispering
Sweet nothings in the streets of Pompeii

(c) 2015 Frank Green