Come Young Pirates, Mount Teide Awakens (42) Poem by Captain Cur

Awake once more! Teide reached its molten hand
and spread its fingers in a fiery maze
of glorious red, nor any voice command
with earnest prayer or feeble echoes that may stray,
for the fire in its heart to die away.
Alive in thunderous sound and hissing spray,
nor any one pulse that would beat in vain,
Tenerife created by its beauty and its pain;
for Teide has awoken, and should it sleep,
will awaken in flaming glory once again!