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

The War of Elements

β€˜Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice’
– Robert Frost

When a sphere crashed through the slumbering ice
Its fiery coat piercing the cellophane skin
Causing the lake to shatter with strife
Fire started the war, Ice wanted to win

The Ice wound it healed, swallowing the flames
Fire sent in soldiers seeking to avenge
Snapping, cracking, flesh melting, their games
Infernals of anger, lashing tongues of revenge

Ice played the cool hand and befriended the trees
Awarding armour and conjuring claws
Frost crept in, suffocating all it could seize
Gnawing at the earth while fighting its cause

But the Fire still it rages and the Ice still defends
Existing on the face of a world they transcend