tiny dancer and the dormant volcán

quietly

she danced

within that fragile abode

the world loving image

gave fragrance ten fold

as she

silently stepped

to a core of distant drums

spinning at length

without mustering sound

the tiny dancer

shouted from inside that dormant volcán

sleeping deeply, profound

It seems as if,

it shall never awake

that raging 

lava flowing

most unpredictable 

tectonical plates

Lest not you stir

the beast from within

for if you so desire

it may devour you too.
Its pulsating rhythm
it beckons you on
the sleeping volcano
is ravenous for you.