Volcano

Volcano Where raw and ragged lips of earth curl back in lurid, mocking grin and with a callous roar of mirth unleash the fiery sea within, the smooth and glistening tongue of fire devours its prey with blistering ease and turrets to an angry spire to carry death upon a breeze. As cascades of a mordant ash lay waste to realms as yet unkissed by lake of flame, the spitting sash does Nature’s succour yet enlist. When swathes of twisted land are wrought to furrows in the consequence, the maiden’s hand is slyly sought to pacify or damn offence. Though mortals rage at such display, suspicious of its lowly worth, it is but Maiden Nature’s way to expedite her world’s rebirth. Where lies the fury in the peace but in the recess of an eye? Volcano’s lust will never cease, nor will it Nature’s hatred buy.