Vesuvius I
John Carbone
I was tired
Had walked for miles
Left my post
Fled like a ghost
When it started to rain
At the inn I hid my face
He pulled her through the door
Right then and there, I swore
She was to be mine
I can’t just sit by
Something shifts inside
No more can I hide
What made me iron?
What put death in my eyes?
I am the mountain of fire
In my ashes, he’ll die
And over his grave, flowers and fruit will grow
Bountiful, the wreckage left in my wake
Threw the hatchet down
Fingers hit the ground
Blood splattered the crown
Don’t look back, just run
His dogs are whipped and starved
I won’t simply be hung
He will show no mercy
I’ll ask for no quarter