In days of ancient glory, when Rome held sway supreme,
A marvel carved in iron, the Lava Tram did gleam.
Along the edge of volcanoes, where fire met the sky,
It carried Roman citizens, who yearned to see on high.
The tramway snaked through rocky paths, by Vesuvius’ side,
With chariots of iron strength, they took a daring ride.
From Pompeii’s gates they journeyed forth, with laughter in the air,
To gaze upon the molten flows, with wonder and with care.
The air was filled with sulfur’s scent, the ground with tremors slight,
Yet none foresaw the coming doom, the darkness of the night.
For Vesuvius in slumber seemed, a giant’s quiet breath,
While Romans marveled at its slopes, unknowing of their death.
From nobles clad in purple robes to slaves who dreamed of more,
They gathered on the Lava Tram, to watch the lava pour.
The spectacle of nature’s force, the dance of flame and stone,
A sight both feared and cherished, by people of their own.
Yet deep within the mountain’s heart, a fury brewed unseen,
A cauldron of destruction, in silence dark and mean.
The tramway ran its final course, as whispers filled the air,
A warning from the earth itself, a sign of grim despair.
One fateful day, the skies grew dark, the mountain roared to life,
With ash and fire it claimed the land, with chaos, fear, and strife.
The tram was swallowed by the flames, the iron turned to dust,
As Pompeii’s glory met its end, in molten fire and crust.
The citizens of Pompeii fled, yet many met their end,
Encased in ash, preserved in time, their fates they could not fend.
The Lava Tram, a ghostly relic, buried ‘neath the ash,
A testament to hubris bold, now gone in nature’s clash.
For centuries the ruins slept, beneath the earth’s embrace,
Till modern hands unearthed the past, and saw the fateful place.
The Lava Tram, once proud and bold, a story left untold,
Now whispers of a bygone age, in voices soft and old.
In museums now the relics lie, of Pompeii’s grandest time,
The Lava Tram, a memory, in ruins so sublime.
A lesson writ in lava’s script, of nature’s potent might,
The rise and fall of human dreams, in Vesuvius’s sight.
