In the shadow of ancient might,
Where earth’s secrets take their flight,
A titan rests in fiery slumber,
Dreams of ash and molten thunder.

Lava rivers carve their path,
Through the valley’s aftermath,
Smoke and flame dance with the sky,
As the mountain breathes a fiery sigh.

Whispers of the magma’s song,
Echoes where the strong belong,
Nature’s power, raw and wild,
A symphony both fierce and mild.

Silent now, with stories told,
In its heart, the lava cold,
Yet beneath the calm facade,
The volcano guards its fiery shard.