POOL OF FIRE
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.