Volcanic Poem by Howard Osborne

VOLCANIC

A distant rumble grows louder, getting nearer
Sounds unlike anything I've ever heard before
At a low frequency, yet sounding ever clearer

With a deafening grumble deep in Earth's core
An eruption, spitting fire into the evening sky
And lava flowing slowly, as if it's bloody gore

It is as if the planet's tilted axis has gone awry
The time we have left is the ticking of the clock
It almost feels like the end of the world is nigh

Here where I stand, might soon be molten rock
A transformation that mankind can never block