Beneath a cloak of ancient stone,
The mountain dreams in molten glow,
Its whispers echo through the night,
A symphony of fire and light.

The earth trembles with a primal beat,
As flames arise to greet the stars,
In crimson rivers, the lava flows,
A dance of power, fierce and bold.

The sky, a canvas painted red,
Embraces the fiery mountain’s song,
Ashen clouds weave tales of old,
Of creation’s might and stories untold.

When morning breaks, the earth is still,
Yet echoes linger in the air,
A testament to nature’s will,
In the heart of the volcano’s lair.