A-Z Challenge: Volcanic V


Red hot belly, rumbling in the midday sun
Trembling as she wakes, filling the sky with dread
Her song, the sound of soil screaming
Spitting out white hot globules of pain
Her fevour knows no bounds
No manmade structure can withstand the force
When she blows
Air thick with ashen layers
Rocks warmed by her touch
Everything scorned and scorched
The path of resistance covered with her fury
Torn between simmering for centuries
or bursting forth, with force
a reckoning beyong our control
Yet still in the face of her wrath
We marvel in our awe

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