In the shadow of Vesuvius, where history sleeps,
Herculaneum’s secrets, from ash slowly peep,
Eerie discoveries unfold on ancient shores,
As millions of “skeletons” reveal chilling lores.

Beneath the layers of time, a city’s silent cry,
Resonates through the earth, reaching high,
Millions of Vesuvius’ victims, frozen in fear,
Unearthed in an excavation, drawing near.

The chilling excavation unveils a haunting sight,
As skeletal remains emerge in the paleo light,
A frozen moment of terror, captured in ash,
From a volcanic eruption, a city’s final flash.

Whispers of the past echo through the air,
As archaeologists delicately prepare,
To reveal the stories these bones hold,
Of lives abruptly ended, of tales untold.

The streets of Herculaneum, once bustling with life,
Now echo with silence, with remnants rife,
Of a disaster so swift, so mercilessly cruel,
Leaving behind a city, a ghostly jewel.

Each skeleton a witness to Vesuvius’ might,
A reminder of nature’s awe and fright,
Frozen in time, in a chilling embrace,
On Herculaneum’s ancient shores, a somber grace.

As the excavation progresses, the mysteries unfold,
Revealing a snapshot of a city’s untold,
Where millions of “skeletons” stand in silent rows,
Telling tales of tragedy, of life’s final throes.

In the heart of Herculaneum, where shadows linger,
The Vesuvius victims, a poignant trigger,
To remember the past, to honor the lost,
In the chilling excavation, a haunting cost.