A plume of smoke ascends,
Rustling the vacant sky.
Amber mountaintop,
Heart of fire,
Burning inside.
A not so peaceful giant,
Surrounded by his kin,
As the smoke of ages past
Floats by his ancient lips.
The day will soon be setting,
Yet he may never rest.
While the inferno boils,
Deep inside his chest.
Inspired by: Active Volcano by Igor Pilawski
Moonlit Poetry 
