Lady Lava (poetry)

(Picture prompt in blog)

The spirit of the volcano awoken
Setting things on fire
Lava flows like her hair

Screaming to the sky of pain unspoken
Plants and animals expire
Turning to smoke with a flare

The forest was left broken
Just to quench her ire
Burning things without care

Some things left alive, a token
Burning destruction stopped by a mire
Heat dissipates as steaming hot air