Volcanic Myth

Volcanic Myth Hard hitting hammer sparking pyroplastic flows. Blowing bellows stoke billowing pillars of fire. Ash and cinders, remains of dying white hot coals pushed violently skyward cover all in a drab gray. The earth trembles and shakes as mighty Vulcan grunts with each swing of his muscular arm. Fiery jets of flame spew from his pot as he anneals iron in the bubbling cauldron. As he works, torrents of sweat flow in to the fire, hissing and steaming clouds of vapor vented to the sky. When he tires, or the last iron has been cast. The fires are banked and temblors cease. Mighty Vulcan rests for now. Waiting for the next call from the Gods. Waiting to vent his wrath once more.