Power
Commander of the red earth
And mover of mountains
Lava cools beneath your feet
And mends the jagged edges
Of your barren wasteland.
Chaos.
Silence.
A world without life
But ALIVE
With the beat of your footsteps
The roar of fiery peaks
The rumbling, the cracking open
Of gaping, dirt-encrusted maws
The flames of Hell itself
Licking at its lips!
You do not give the birds their voice
But without you, the sky would miss its stars