Recalling the view disappearing behind the rain, while earthen shell was hollow
Pursuing an unstable path of the underground world, that only with caution follow
Radiant storms wrought with lava springing and ceasing continuing thus
Overhead thick fog settles and creeps then engulfs and falls as mists to us
Speaking through the spirit of the adventurer, imagination in an unspoken thought
Whispers above the silence beneath the raging voice that tempest has brought
The fire flowed upon terrain, reaching edges of sky and sunk far below
So mazes were formed in stone, deep cracks and gash are now unknown
Wrapping the folded earth with rock and tree root, that of its own will expanded
The sparkle sparkling of spirit forming to tread the deadly quest, they landed
Floating for the time where fog and grey obscures the distance stirred
Mists dissolving from the closing heat of deeper, sharper fires blurred
Tracing the disaster of the chaotic quake, the design seemed purposeful in waste
Lower still, slow moving waves of doom rest to carve ocean floor in its haste
Slopes they see, slipping back to flaming pools settling here and there
Old guides having been sent before to seek out the volcanic riddled lair
Fiery waves down below had sloped as witnessed in their navigational flow
Descend with utmost caution leading to hidden cave that opened to dim glow
With smoke-like footfall in each careful step, treading cooling lava wave
They were to walk among strange shapes on mysterious walls of the cave
And outside echoes of whispers hiss within, their calls interwoven with the wind
And yet their feet moved as smoke and they'd weave traces as the light thinned
No border of mass exists and no names were given from vessel's helm
Massive uproots shine of deep fallen crystal rain, in a tremendous realm
Long gone the recall of another world's prolonged formation they gave the tale
Now gigantic chambers aglow that left traces of flame, that left flares so pale
Slipping back into the skies, to move as clouds beyond surface side
So deep and far down are we, they call, there is no day, night, or tide
Mountainside then sleeps quiet and undisturbed, but must carry onward to mark
The path, the center, until the way leads through the midst of the gathered dark
Blazing flames dwindled to dying embers and dust in the stilling air
A dance of an overwhelming violent rise of the volcanic riddled lair
Ancient land, the very ground caught stellar embrace with fury and power
Moving grounds that flowed while waters of sea carried the tide in that hour
And they spoke of magnificent realms they stood upon free
And they spoke of layers of massive stone their eyes did see
TBC...
©Iggy 1998
