Within a latent, pathless peak,
A mountain’s womb begins to leak
The flicker of a fervid hue,
When primal mantles stir a brew.
An exhale turns into a cloud
That scatters as a stony shroud,
While foam and fume pervade a thrust
And stoke the trails of a cradled crust.
From black and red come ash and flame
That time can neither calm nor tame
Which rises as a graceful guise
Till light and dark contest the skies.
Where ancient scapes and woodland limbs
Succumb to the breach of sylvan rims,
A lasting swath of lava might
Prolongs its reach to seize the night.
The dawn bestows a hopeful path
Of new beginnings born from wrath,
With all that was, a thing of lore,
While dormant lies the base once more.
Published on September 1st, 2022
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