Staring into the orange and yellow glow of fire has always been a lure to me. Watching its flickering flames dance in a gust of wind has served as a tranquil fixature to meditate with. Fire can be used for warmth and light to penetrate the darkness, yet it can also be used to destroy consuming anything in its path crumbling it to ash.
The Queen of Molten Fire
The bodies continue to burn
drenching the earth’s soil with blood
yet the woman bends,
cupping the liquid fire to her lips
relishing to see her work carried out.
Knowing that she has pleased her master
Coating the once rural plains in ash and blood.
Hoping that soon the world will ceased to an end,
and the race of humans had long ceased to exist
Then there will be nothing left to stop her master.
from rising to the surface to claim
his new land to rein supreme.
For his faithful servant
had summoned a river from hell.
A liquid magma hotter than the sun,
crumbling any obstacles in their path to dust.
The idea of the poem came to me after studying volcanoes in school. I was strangely fascinated by how so much damage can be caused by the eruption of a volcano and the effects magma has on our environment. I later researched the Hawaiian deity Pele, and wondered if the description of her mythology could fit the poem as well.
The legend of Pele comes from Hawaii, being the goddess of fire, lightning, wind, and volcanoes. Pele is known for creating the islands and having control over volcanoes. Hawaiian natives claim, that she can be seen throwing molten fountains into the air maintaining the great lava flows from the volcanoes.