Molten lava, boiling flame ,bathtub of hell,

Power so fierce rests below a mountain of death.

How long has it stood on a foundation of heated anger,

A pool of fire waits to touch the surface, it has no mercy.

Explodes without warning, rising, shooting into the waiting sky,

Flowing like a river, down where it takes away that which is in its evil path.

Volcano by name,  a hollow mountain of liquid pain,

Erupt wicked mountain, show your hidden face.

Keith Garrett